stone_and_bird mon i feel like i've killed something maybe it was a bird or a stone who can hear its song now who could listen to its throat cry ears of thought the heart with sound rings echo the beat shout the flow air a distillery a resurrection surely this infant breath new wings of new flight a new eye of measurement there is a stone there is a bird listen 040115 ... whitechocolatewalrus [pretty stones pretty birds] 040219 ... this is the picture excellent birds 040219 ... oldephebe another ambrosia breath of rustic illumination 040219 ... clueless in cluelessville yesterday, i remembered writing this i asked myself: "what the heck was that one about?" i don't understand nomme, most of the time 040219 ... oldephebe it's whelped upon the same smelting canvas as say a robert frost rummaging around through all the empty rooms at midnight.. in the ol' family stead, cathedral of fallen glory, cracked and coated in her sepulcral shroud... seeing again all the trees he had passed.. like looking through a rearview mirror and feeling more than vaguely motion sick.. old, rheumatoid and parkinson plagued ghost and falling shards each cutting a clean indentation, crimson incision.. bloody glyphs of thawing memories... our defiled self-deceptions melt into this doom gray shawl... and like emily said.. we start to feel the funeral in our head... tell yourselves to us again and again nomme.. ... 040219 ... oE tight breaths in taut hours..and these are the fires that frustrate me... ... 040219 ... zeke excelent words 040220 ... three words don't_do_it stone_and_bird mumble 060101 what's it to you? who go blather from