the late-shift with candy apple hair

Ingratitude, this evening is even-ing out across long walks beneath trees and between shrubbery. Something long like cuts and scrapes and fine (like expensive silverware and grandmother�s china) ius about to happen, is always about to happen, mean something make something an urging at the core. I keep thinking about roman dancers, players bickering in and with and by candlelight with their own urges and then casting off doubt and coming to coming along turning out that what they sometimes felt is sometimes what is best done and should be by most of us most of the time- with or without good jobs and distasteful ceremonies in honor of men that needn�t be remembered.

It is coming along the way it always is and the ends of my lips are spreading out for an upturned rainbow expression an unlike you or this or anything at all just smiles stands walks waits smokes has a tendency to fall for the crazies and chase the mindless ones (ending up with empty arms).

So better, a life that wags the dog (like the proverbial tail doing so) and leaves us sitting here staring at the something we know just happened even if even when we have no idea what it was.

The miracles are in the meaningless moments.

2004-07-13 | 7:39 p.m.
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