Saturday, July 23, 2005

thermal...

for a spell beneath the tree we exchanged. greengage pie. the large gallinaceous bird. monkey pod. about the lion of the 40's and i'll be feasting with my lord again. sugarplum. but the heat. good god.

for at least an hour i hid in the dark. unraveling the alpaca thing. it will live again. a stocking existence. winter will make me celebrate it. meanwhile. blech! who'll put their feet in that? not me matey.

listening: more than this-- robyn hitchcock

it's beautiful out. i'm going to get some of that. to such an end...

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