2.27.2009

cd release partaay

In between the s-oar-ee's and ab-oh-t's she dropped a name and Bentham came to mind before what I thought would be first to come to mind.  Either too much television or time really does heal.  And by heal I mean nurture callousness.  I will take callousness over pine trees, though. Supine in the pines like Robert Jordan.  But we all know where that got him.  I had a craving for the folksy pop of swift kicks to the shins so indulgence takes the front seat to the molding of image.  I should have these cravings more.  Crave to crave these cravings.  You know what, though, I really like his shoes.  So pink tiger gingery with a rainbow on top.  I would wear those shoes.  And in realtime backwards flashes, it's getting dark but I have no phone and didn't I pass this bridge twice already?  How that worked itself out I still don't know, but I'm sure glad it did. I'm sure glad pawpaw.   

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