February 26, 2012

The World, Its Shadow, Etc.

You see ghosts around corners because you are dying

You smell woodsmoke through open doors because you are dying

Drama, drama, drama

Parabolic flight, radio waves, huge dishes of Indian cuisine

Patience is always cut thinnest around a bend

A curtain is happiest when hangs to the floor

Fabrics puddle or cinch

Circulation is compromised or cut off all together

The world explores strange shades of pink and purple and blue and none of them are good news

There are bad ideas

There are bad people

There are unfortunate situations and being in the wrong place at the wrong time

Prepare, prepare, prepare

And then let go