April 25, 2004
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steadfast in a torrent of trouble
we are heroes
trapped to the
way that churns
out the luminescent and
transcendent sparkle which
is the human package –
our hardness fleeting, sent sprawling
swift across the kitchen tile
like ice on a hot afternoon where
pinky stirring,
He drinks sweet tea
but even sugar has a casualty.
—
study of heads (GA Burrini)
—
Man, time flies.
Matt11:28
Comments (12)
Nice. I liked how tea rhymes with Casualty!
i wanna rap that.
grace and peace to you brother!
i must say — this xanga is so visually pleasing and genuine that nothing ever gets old…
hm. at first…i must admit..i was like. ew.
what in the name of random meter and cheesy couplets?
hehe..but actually. i like…i like. theres something about the uncomfortableness of off beats and enjambments that work with the language.
=)
M.A.
You are the only person I “know” who would describe man’s position before his god in heroic summer ice cube imagery(!). C’est bon.
Have you watched Eternal Sunshine?
i still don’t understand a word you’re sayin, but you’re still ma boy!! love you man!!!!
feet on cold kitchen tile..
but sugar dying.. nice outlook.
that’s right.
hey dp, i had a dream about you..that you wrote articles for glamour magazine. i dont’ remember what it was about but there were pictures of oranges. and i remember thinking that i should subscribe to glamour from now on. and the very last line of your article you had a message for uhnonomouse.
it sure do
hey big bopper…yes, yes, i’ve succumbed. now i shall weep for my soul.
)
Hey Daniel, this is Dominic. I hope everything’s going great for you. We gotta catch up through email or something one day. Take care.