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.
somebody on this train smells …
somebody on this train smells like good pot.
Listening To
- Pink Floyd – Outside the Wall
- Blakroc – Dollaz & Sense Feat. Pharoahe Monch, RZA
- Pearl Jam – Pry, To
- The National – Daughters of the Soho Riots
- Cold War Kids – We Used to Vacation
- The String Cheese Incident – Hold Whatcha Got
- Medeski, Martin and Wood – Lifeblood
- Norah Jones – In The Morning
- The Hold Steady – Hornets! Hornets!
- Wilco – I Am Trying to Break Your Heart
© 2008 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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