compatriots
like my 604 compatriot, ms violet chrome, i johnny am woefully the lone blogmeister in our collective blog. yet, even at that, i am delinquent - not having posted words of inspired astonishment since pre-hallows pseudo-poe verse! alas alas, so time for posting ebbs and flows and what nobody reads then nobody knows...
valentine and the rjipie love the panda cam - how could you not? though it's curious how the bears are sprawled at the bottom of what looks like some old wind-up bird well...
well
the ellipses continue
( ... )
and Worn Magazine's launch calls us out
as does one b.IV's creating of soft sound spaces
(sigh sigh we sigh)
in short time
valentine must
accomplish many many
and fly fly fly
tonight will be minus: water breakable in the a.m.
posted by Johnny Valentine at 21:53
1 Comments:
Ah, the wind-up bird down the well. These days, I find the notion of a well quite calming. Something about reducing the amount of mental clutter - you know, take it down to zero for a bit. Need a new cipher, this one's so full, that I can't decode it. And there's no point really. Time for a fresh page.
I have been looking for Murakami's latest, but it's never in stock.
You must have inspired Oksana. She's posted. Now to get Coco to post.
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