Month: February 2011

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Our days stuffed, decision’s entitled palm a wind against our forward movement. Never tremory or apologetic but expectant, present like our own mirrored faces flipped. We answer most often without a hesitating thought, splitting seconds and significance with our guts. And those rare moments when 

Art saved.

Art saved.

Perfect equilibrium aloft in a tank expansive and ordinary basketball an urban outpost wrapped in physics and ritual. My orbiting matrona sieving sight from me most elegant liar to make me believe otherwise I want to watch you sleeping so shallowly in your watery hold