Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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Dang, Emma girl. Why you looking so grown up?!? :)
I would rather respond to this in Haiku than in prose, but I've never been sure whether to count child as one syllable or two.
Child = one
boogie chillen = three
Child smiling sweetly
Reminds us of passing time.
Of our coming deaths.
Gosh that's dark!!! I prefer -
eatin the snow is
my favorite thing to do.
Leave me alone dad.
How about ---
Pure joy is all mine
How long have I waited for
Snow? Ages I think.
Technoprairie, yep, you got it.
Technoprarie: good one.
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