Untangled, hanging at the nape of a season’s last memory. The pages hereafter are blank. (my etruscan exit sign was inspired by your existential trash can.) and my fork haiku: sterling tines reflect light from faraway systems tiny solar flare
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Rare, and Never
(those are trains on the subway line)“If you want to work on your art, work on your life.”- Chekhov
NYSIT
So, I received a letter about a week ago from NY State requesting proof of the amount I owed New York State last year, as it was used as a deduction. Now, you'd think they would have this information in their big evil tax database, wouldn't you? They certainly had no trouble telling me how… Continue reading NYSIT
universal.
There can be no inappropriate response to abstraction. Therein lies the beauty and in fact the utility of abstraction; it is by default the realm of those things which are empirically inpossible to quantify (even if only for the time being), else there would be no need to bother with abstraction in the first place.(film… Continue reading universal.
monday 4:27 am
Leah came over tonight and we finished up the Wide Right site tonight! All except for the News page, but she'll be doing that any minute I'm sure. Yay! So nice to finish things.What happened?! I was so in the mood to write when I started this entry. The moment has passed, apparently. Okay- how… Continue reading monday 4:27 am
jesus
You know that Tom Waits song? "Jesus goin' be here, goin' be here soon..."Well, Kevin was just singing it and then he said- I hope he's going to be here soon, 'cause I have some questions!Then i dictated a letter to Jesus; as follows:Dear Jesus,WTF?xo,Liz
a persistent mood.
anyway. stream of thoughts- a gutter running down the streets of confused and pathetic-- oh, not the gutter where the "dirty" thoughts are; just a normal gutter where stuff winds up after it rains- candy wrappers, cigarette butts, news pages and the like. just regular. (and rather less interesting) not feeling like a stream at… Continue reading a persistent mood.
voicemail
Well, as ever- problems with technology. Small ones, at least.You know the beep beep beep, stuttering dial tone that lets you know there is new voicemail? Well, sometimes it just isn't there, even though you have accumulated seven new voicemails since thursday.That is what happened. George (from the Mailboxes place to which we shipped the… Continue reading voicemail
iggy
Someday I will have a Netherland Dwarf bunny named Caligula. I will call him "iggy" for short.
short pajamas
Q: Why did the baby cross the road?A: Because it was stapled to the chicken.This joke always makes me laugh. I think it's the matter-of-fact-ness of it; the "of course!" that pops into one's head after hearing the answer. "Well, of course! Why else would it have crossed the road? Indeed, how else could it… Continue reading short pajamas
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 