Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Dru
You may be the one who knows me best.
You say hello. You say goodbye.
You are usually waiting by the door
(or pretend you were) when I come home.
You don't really say anything
when you see what you see.
I guess you are sort of like god.
Here are sort of my thoughts
about the big questions,
the universals of existence
in this most tenuous place.
You should say Hello.
You should say Goodbye.
In between, Try Not to be too Judgmental
& Never Kill or Hurt Anyone
Nor their Hopes or Dreams.
See I got the ten commandments down to half.
Editing darling, editing.
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FROM A MAP BY HIERONYMNOUS COCK 1562 IN ANTWERP
Me night you there naked
depart depart
that left unto the right
slept on
as knowledge of
the knowledge of your body
not even Leibniz will master
nor accurately bound
when calling was a song
in throats not books or names
and could be taken in
if you’d be found
your life a day it lay
in happy arms.
Peter...I have to quote Cocteau Twins here..Liz Fraser...and i have to sing it (I couldn't possibly) just as she does, in "Squeeze-Wax"....
"you amaaaaaaaze meee..."
Hieronymous Cock lol. Love it.
I think Liebnitz is misspelt. Did I spell misspelt wrong? i'm not sure.
But maybe you're right. It's one of those I'm not sure things.
I'll Google it.
"when calling was a song / in throats not books or names"
I like that. I sort of fell backwards a few centuries there...you tipped me just a little...
You are my ain true bro.
8,000 versus 130,000.
Peter you are right.
You are smart.
And I'm usually such a good speller.
Whiskey engrams.
Never trust them.
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