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 sound and vision of the slightly mad.
I feel as if I’m slowly floating downstream in a raft – a leisure raft filled with beer drinking, sun tanning, lazy calm summer down time. As I look out ahead I see whitewater – rough, tumbling, dangerous change. I stiffen. I pull tight my life preserver. Behind me I hear a can of beer open. A laugh. A yawn. A giggle. The sun. Leisure. Everywhere. Rapids ahead – whitewater – brace yourselves. A laugh, yawn, beer, laugh, beer, yawn, guitar (could be the shore, could be the raft behind). Brace yourselves! The water is turning! A laugh.
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
© 2009 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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