Sunday, October 10, 2010

how i know i am not yet a withered carapace in the shape of Life

childish joys:

hovering the plane of my face parallel to the caldera of a giant-fuck mug of steaming green tea and relaxing into the heat of the vapor, letting it unwind my skin and loosen the mucosa in my nose, wriggling my toes in the grass

2 comments:

  1. shit, is this approaching DFWesque?

    no, no, i think i'm too modest (embarrassed) (lazy?) to be as explicit as he is.

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  2. i like DFW, i just don't like people who like him

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