"...I ain't confessing nothing.
On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds
that don't have names either. ..."
From "Selected Recent and New Errors" by Dean Young
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Holding the runny minutes together with baling wire and bubble-gum, until I get time for fewer words and more pixels. See you as soon as I can.
5 comments:
For stuff like this, we'll wait.
Wow, I'm glad I found your blog. Amazing marriage of words and images. (And you're from my home town, too!)
(and now I'm imagining Laurie and you meeting up in person!)
I'm glad you keep posting quickly and deftly, just to keep us happy!
Yet another of those wonderful, strange Chatoyance images...
This looks a lot like the area around my workbench; however the duct tape is missing. It's good to know that you Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover.
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