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It’s tension I feel by the wharves where we shared the cramped eaves with those left of the spaewives moaning about fortunes and thieves. The room is quiet, just to ourselves, ‘cept when we listen to that LP, Charles Ives. … Continue reading
O the beauty, that astounding beauty. I could deny all the reason you see for those moments of transcendent glory. Whereas science is moonlight on the sea.
The JB ankle cast in a holding pattern only gets stronger
Those who are diehard feminists lamentable as diehard misogynists whether maleness or femaleness it is to pity your one-sidedness let’s be more balanced, less maudlin, somewhat feminine, somewhat masculine along that continuum betwixt and, in our own skins, relaxed.
Tension suffuses all those connections that touch us where we feel true.
Rescued ant from tiles in a restroom, lost, afraid, brought outside. Be. Lieve.
Of course it’s pleural I have two lungs a pumping. Oxygenating!