Day 38

1/17/2006

"I am", I said
To no one there.
And no one heard at all,
Not even the chair.

- Neil Diamond

Now, I'm going to bananaland.
Two things are true there:
All chairs are green,
And no chairs are green.

- Steve Martin

And you may ask yourself, 
"What is that beautiful house?"
And you may ask yourself, 
"Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, 
"Am I right... Am I wrong?"
And you may tell yourself, 
"My God, what have I done?"

- Once in a lifetime, Talking Heads

Coffee cup and doughnut, topologically the same. I float like sand sifting down a gap (a mineralogical synapse) in mossy rock wall thrown -- our melancholy cultural mixadrome. Gravitationally beckoned, I am softly sent, a bounce to each the bruising buttress balls that grind their pressured pushing toward the dark events to come. I view the innards, then disappear from cooling twilight's sinecure. So close I see the flickering sea of twists of things that yet may be. These posts that snip the jeweled lavalier of character's connip can peel blog back from covered wrap to bare the quivering senseless quick.

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