dear...
the rainy season has emerged with a thud of gusts and deaths, and i listen to the song about john wayne gacy. i read you passages from mallarme while the floors creaked above us and the cat screamed in fear. he was lost that night. sometimes, i see his doppleganger. the black squirrel has died, the windchimes are silent from decay. the hum of dying streetlights. tulips have retreated from their premature births and will not come back this summertime. to see these thngs is to quiet the inner life, to live a shadow self. light within and light without, colorless and devoid of final form. i did'nt speak because i did'nt know what to say. i am more familiar with silence, anyway. all of my photos of the sun are black pinholes...
the rainy season has emerged with a thud of gusts and deaths, and i listen to the song about john wayne gacy. i read you passages from mallarme while the floors creaked above us and the cat screamed in fear. he was lost that night. sometimes, i see his doppleganger. the black squirrel has died, the windchimes are silent from decay. the hum of dying streetlights. tulips have retreated from their premature births and will not come back this summertime. to see these thngs is to quiet the inner life, to live a shadow self. light within and light without, colorless and devoid of final form. i did'nt speak because i did'nt know what to say. i am more familiar with silence, anyway. all of my photos of the sun are black pinholes...
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testykitten:
either. whatever is good or inspiring!
testykitten:
thank you! the only ones i have on that list are the de la soul albums. so lots of listening to come.