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.
Perhaps it’s a midlife crisis,…
Perhaps it’s a midlife crisis, but I’m writing spontaneous poetry again – The Playlist and The City – http://bit.ly/bzXu0
© 2009 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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