one_bird Quake One last bone for doggy's leading us to poetic storage cabinets. you shall above all things be glad and young. For if you're young, whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become. Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need: i can entirely her only love whose any mystery makes every man's flesh put space on;and his mind take off time that you should ever think,may god forbid and(in his memory)your true lover spare: for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave called progress,and negation's dead undoom. I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance. e. e. cummings (1938) 000302 ... girl one bird could see into my window and wanted to come in so it flew full throttle right into the glass of the window and knocked itself completely unconscious 000330 ... dean-bean The only appropriate thing to do when stuck in rush hour traffic and someone cuts you off. No more than one though--too much and you desenitize em. 000330 ... ~gez~ three little birds bob marley will live on forever 021212 ... p2 ...and a partridge in a pear tree! 021213 ... sab one bird one little bird one little bird flying solo against a blue blue sky it may be empty, but sure as fuck is it beautiful 040612 ... puredream in a flock of way too many birds. falling? feather by feather. ashes. to the ground. fallen. one bird. lost in the sand... 040613 ... lacunas coil The heron flies across the river. Alone without a friend it seeks its meal amid the reeds on the other side, where I am not. This one bird among the seemingly hundred that populate my stretch of the river is special. I have seen no other herons. He is Great. He is Blue. And he is the symbol of the life I feel like I am living in this city. New dialogues form with each step. I can hear the silent calls of the frogs near me, happy that they are safe for the moment atleast. What is there for me to do now? Keep walking. Keep thinking. The life awaits and the fog will fall. In it I am whole. 040614 what's it to you? who go blather from