Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
reunion
It was green… the music… the memory… green. Everything about it was still fresh with life as if it had in fact been only a few short hours earlier. The years (decades actually) had been spent, but had not really lent themselves to distance… it was all right there… front forward. The games, the grass, the sound of air pumped into an empty keg, the smell of stale beer, the brominated stench of used hot tub water… all right there. The ideas, emotions, uncertainty of youth RUSH like a liquid drug… a line (a chord) relived… the suburban night sounds the same… still no charms for the restless dreaming youth… but warmer and filled with data.
Listening To
- Megafaun – Columns
- Ben Harper and Relentless7 – Up to You Now (Live At Sirius Radio)
- The Jealous Girlfriends – I Quit
- Sufjan Stevens – Jacksonville
- The Beatles – You're Gonna Lose That Girl
- My Morning Jacket – I'm Amazed
- The Beatles – Two of Us
- Crooked Fingers – Weary Arms
- The String Cheese Incident – Intro
- Charlie Hunter Trio – My Son the Hurricane
© 2007 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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