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.
The right to swing my fist end…
The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins – OW Holmes
Listening To
- Live – Lightning Crashes
- Raisinhill – Wendy
- Bob Dylan & The Grateful Dead – Knockin' On Heaven's Door
- Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – Stay Or Leave
- The Police – Walking On The Moon
- Cornershop – Good Shit
- Snow Patrol – NYC
- Gomez – Tijuana Lady
- Graham Parker – Obsessed With Aretha
- Fountains of Wayne – New Routine
© 2008 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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