Saturday, May 15, 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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Sweetheart honey lamb, it's summer. Stop it.
But...but...but...that would make me change...my system.
Hard to change system.
Pout.
Look, it's not like I'm telling you to be cheerful, I just want seasonal scenes of heartbreaking silent lonely devastation with commentary on the sorrow of life's length. What's wrong with empty fields of weeds or ruined cabins with sunlight falling across the dancing dustmotes where once humans laughed and now there is only rotting wood and the memory of love?
And why don't I have a poll?
Or bleak sun scorched fields with sweaty children whose eyes all line up?
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