Monday, November 21, 2011

Where is my mind

November, starkly different from the previous year, but December is almost here. The slightest hint of winter is disconcerting. Want more, want more.
No angst, so no rant. So zen i surprise and scare myself. Zen is an antagonist. I can never be zen.
Nightime collagemaking is the best thing in the world, post refrigerator raid.
Watched Dick Tracy yesterday. Such magnificent sets. Strange, nice.
Oh, and I love sparring with you. I feel alive, sparkly.

I wish I could write more, but no.


Ta.

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