I’m dropping my twitter posts from my tumbleblog, but they can still be found at http://www.twitter.com/wadcity
We usually catch only a few details —
grapes from the seventeenth century,
still fresh and gleaming,
perhaps a fine ivory fork,
or a cross’s wood and drops of blood,
and great suffering that has already dried.
The shiny parquet creaks.
We’re in a strange town —
almost always in a strange town.
Somewhere a guard stands and yawns.
An ash branch sways outside the window.
describing static paintings.
Scholars devote tomes to it.
But we’re alive,
full of memory and thought,
love, sometimes regret,
and at moments we take a special pride
because the future cries in us
and its tumult makes us human.
via Design Observer
Favorite line from Death Wish: “Why haven’t you found my dog? He’s vital to my income, he paints the most marvelous pictures with his paws.”
another bat in the house last night. he winged me in the basement, i ran away, came back, he was gone. huh? SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN.
Being a man means eating the same things as a woman and not getting diarrhea. Am I right or am I - uh-oh, I may have tweeted too soon. Urgh!
and i thought beach volleyball was porny without the wet t-shirt contest…