Thursday, March 18, 2010

north cackalacka

The spinning, the sweat the other things we saw. thee, as in you and how do we explain it? Can we say that these sub atomic particles are a necessity of life? Can the fishbowl of our lives bring this into perfect clarity? where were you when the Challenger blew up? Where were you when Reagan escaped the assassination attempt? Perhaps with these questions I'm dating myself. I see cherry blossoms outside the window and they are wonderfully beautiful. White against the blue sky, forever in blue jeans, and we sing the lyrics of the song oh so loud. We hold hands while we sing and it just feels right. Can we barrel down the road in an effort to get to the desert? Coyote Ugly and I've been dancing on bar tops ever since. Can we see how we form the links of a chain that traverses the nation? Can we get perfect cell phone clarity. It's like a magnifying glass crystal clear in the middle, but around the edges it gets blurry. Like a soft vignette of life and the road map of our ancestors. We can hear the silent beat of drums off in the distance. We can also laugh about the bandwidth of our own thoughts and the comfort of being at home. Can you see what I'm talking about? I'll make a diagram and this is what we should plot the star maps with. House of leaves and what the dog saw. If you pet the dog within the first five minutes it'll pee on your coat.

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