Symptom: they let it all hang out. Boots not shoes; tongues and laces.
Cure: remember that this is still a hotel. Pleasant but temporary; a rented place for mirth and work. Welcome cousins.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
f r th se tr cky s mpt ms (June 13, 2007-December 31, 2008)
$1.00
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(173)
-
▼
February
(17)
- Feb: Surplus, 1 in 4
- Feb: Space for hire
- Feb: portrait d'elle en deux; yes that's her.
- Feb: hélas
- Feb: bolt
- Feb: faire bruler, faire fondre, etc.
- Feb: pocket nest leap forest
- Feb: discarded, from above.
- Feb: cold like the weather, broken like...
- Feb: visits and new leaves.
- Feb: living on the North Pole
- Feb: the bears are coming.
- Feb: Ceci n'est pas une pipe, albedo.
- Feb: upon coming home from a party.
- Feb: What would Montaigne do?
- Feb: Ships sail and then they dock.
- Feb: Chercher c'est vivre, trouver c'est mourir.*
-
▼
February
(17)
BlogCatalog
No comments:
Post a Comment