first, oh oh oh.
went back to the downed tree in daylight. owl wrought hecatomb. full of gopher slain. and wormy acorns. a tremendous lot of walnuts. the little twigs are leafing out. someone should tell them....
enjoying malkmus and the jicks.
something reminded me the other day about my blue eye conjecture. i used to think (when quite small) that people with blue eyes see everything tinted. what stunted logic. my vision was never confined to sepia so how'd i come to such a conclusion? it must be common to children though. i'm not the only one.
none of this makes a figure in a letter. but i report it anyway. i'm likely to remember the big and marvellous without aid. sometime i might want to remember the small and incidental though.
now playing: it kills-- stephen malkmus.
there's a very pregnant nanny goat across town. chocolatey ears on a creamy whole. the owner is an old woman with long white braids and overalls. she sells the kids. i wonder if she sells milk? i could get behind that. i love fresh goat milk. i love guernsey cream more. maybe she has one of those too.
trying to imagine a wide blue world. trying to imagine a sepia one. it'll occupy me for some time.
snapped off some lilac lilacs in the alley. so nice.
to walk now.
went back to the downed tree in daylight. owl wrought hecatomb. full of gopher slain. and wormy acorns. a tremendous lot of walnuts. the little twigs are leafing out. someone should tell them....
enjoying malkmus and the jicks.
something reminded me the other day about my blue eye conjecture. i used to think (when quite small) that people with blue eyes see everything tinted. what stunted logic. my vision was never confined to sepia so how'd i come to such a conclusion? it must be common to children though. i'm not the only one.
none of this makes a figure in a letter. but i report it anyway. i'm likely to remember the big and marvellous without aid. sometime i might want to remember the small and incidental though.
now playing: it kills-- stephen malkmus.
there's a very pregnant nanny goat across town. chocolatey ears on a creamy whole. the owner is an old woman with long white braids and overalls. she sells the kids. i wonder if she sells milk? i could get behind that. i love fresh goat milk. i love guernsey cream more. maybe she has one of those too.
trying to imagine a wide blue world. trying to imagine a sepia one. it'll occupy me for some time.
snapped off some lilac lilacs in the alley. so nice.
to walk now.
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we are reverses. my malkmusian experience excludes all pavement but a song here and there in somebody's car. i like malkmus a lot but have just the one album (face the truth) and a few tracks on my computer. i'm especially fond of pink india.
"...a greenish color once that color had been lifted." it's most likely true. but i most likely won't try to secure the truth by experiment. i'm just sayin'. :)
when i was about 12 years old, i was in the company of two blue-eyed 12-year-olds (my friends), and we ran into a blue-eyed 16-year-old and her blue-eyed friends in the neighborhood. that 16-yr-old, however the conversation developed, said that all brown-eyed people are ugly. (i have dark brown eyes.) without realizing it, i accepted that as a given until one day it occurred to me somehow that eye color had nothing to do with pretti/ugliness. it still seems strange to me that that happened, both the incident and that i believed that ridiculous conjecture.
i've never heard anyone say specifically that one eye color makes beauty while another makes ugly. but i do know people who say they are only attracted to a specific eye/hair color configuration. how terribly boring. maybe i'm greedy this way but i think the more eye/hair color configurations i get to admire the better. and nose shapes. and arm shapes. and ass shapes. etc. etc. ;)
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