We got home at midnight last night. Its nice to be home but getting used to the three hour time difference isn't easy. I have somehow already unpacked, usually that takes me days, but it is so nice to have it done!
I have a few more photographs to show but for now I will get back to the blog schedule. So here is some writing from January.
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The thick legged doomsday prophet's nasal-voice
Reminds me life is worth living because it will end.
There is no boundary between us and the floating up tree,
Why can't I go to heaven, or hell and come back in a flit?
Hell long promised to me in some winsome dream is very proud
To have me in its bushel. I can't wait really--to burn alive (on some days at least).
Why is there a permanence to all this, a gravity? We can't float
Without some form of oil. The mucky stuff carrying us to the sky like so much gravy.
I want to float up and down away from myself, until I forget I ever was.
Until life becomes patient. A peddler with a small dancing monkey.
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xx my darlings, C
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