Saturday, March 5, 2011
You must be some kind of holy father.
For the half second I was in the sea I was trying to keep the moment still in my head, like that first instant the face of beauty and truth and future looks at you in the eyes. I imagined him watching me splash around in the sea half naked like a toddler. I prayed for clarity and all I got was more work on my plate. I think diligence is lovin' tied in a knot that I pick and pick and pick. I'm daydreaming most of the time when I look like I'm working. Vermont, Oregon, North Carolina, Kentucky, New Hampshire, Cinque Terre, Paris. I'm ready for that brand new thing cut from the gemstone and set into the pendant. I wanna get shook up by the effort of the morning and step hazily into the idle day.
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