you see, i had this whole entry planned.
it was all about hands: placement, meaning,
weight, feel of hands. i thought about it
on the way home, walking by myself. but then,
i discovered, for what seems like the
91284000248939948485034968th time in this
month alone, that life is a giant malignant
tumor, so you'll just have to settle with this:
Would you rather be a fish or a bird?
bird, i'd shit on all of your heads.
and then, i'd peck your eyes out.
hands are for tomorrow; hand or diplomacy,
i haven't quite decided yet.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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