sequel-in-spirit to 'dreaming of space and speed'
This is what struck me, one night, as I was falling asleep. And then I had to roll over and fumble for the laptop. (doesn't everyone keep a laptop next to their bed for those emergencies? *g*)
Also, can I say that squishing this format into html is a pain? :p
Words falling slow quick
Rattling onto the page
Beauty is truth
Lazy blue arched sky turning toward the edge
"That-that's not what I meant."
"You told me I had to write."
Remembering Farsi and how it felt to say /beloved/ in it
Listen to the wind, John.
Sometimes he remembers, and all that he can do is gasp with it, throwing his head back.
"I know it's voodoo. But-but maybe."
"I don't know, Rodney. Why don't you try it?"
Catch the lightning, my boy.
folsom street blues.
"that's not how it goes."
"Johnny was a deep man."
Wind and water and the sky above it all.
Atlantis.
dona nobis pacem.
Also, can I say that squishing this format into html is a pain? :p
Words falling slow quick
Rattling onto the page
Beauty is truth
Lazy blue arched sky turning toward the edge
"That-that's not what I meant."
"You told me I had to write."
Remembering Farsi and how it felt to say /beloved/ in it
Listen to the wind, John.
Sometimes he remembers, and all that he can do is gasp with it, throwing his head back.
"I know it's voodoo. But-but maybe."
"I don't know, Rodney. Why don't you try it?"
Catch the lightning, my boy.
folsom street blues.
"that's not how it goes."
"Johnny was a deep man."
Wind and water and the sky above it all.
Atlantis.
dona nobis pacem.