I used to collect these and decorate my sentences with them. I find myself today consciously deleting them and preferring the ambiguity that their absence offers. This purging extends somewhat into my everyday, where expression and presence of form seems to kidnap the infinite permutations a moment can represent, i prefer the strangely expansive effect of quiet and thoughts dying without an audience.
Pregnant void.
I'm back at the EEL for a graveyard shift. Washing linen, folding linen and re-arranging furniture for tomorrow's church service. I'm not christian, never will be but respect the single idea He represents. An idea that is the solitary antidote to all human suffering that sits perpetually dormant in counter-intuitive splendour.
Young William asked me 'will you be here with me next week?' whilst in the kickboxing ring today. 'Sure' i said. I'm not sure what i offer the child and kinda often times have no idea what it is exactly that i do. But the point for now is to travel with him and be there to see what unfolds.
Finally drinking tap water again. Purchased the one bottle of stuff over the weekend, will continue to mindfully not buy bottled stuff as much as possible. Another old project under construction.
She is a little crook but well. Here's hoping she gets well-well.
Okay. Enough for now - must check the laundry downstairs.
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three cheers for tap water!
happy b'day caylie, wrote a poem for yah. not sure what it's about, but had you on my mind as the words materialised.
is that the one on your post for september 13th? or a different poem that isn't on here? either way, neat. thanks! (but here's a secret - my birthday isn't today, it's the 15th. but 13 IS my favourite number...)
=) i know. and yes it is.
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