Sunday, November 2, 2008
Look at these people playing with their toys. Look at the sounds they are making. Under drapes and under doors, cooking in the kitchen with your mother, sound creeps under drapes and under doors. Look at the people, playing with their toys. Look at the sounds they are making, are making with their toys. Don’t lie to the sky, the trees or pulse of life. Nothing is anything without light. Dark isn’t anything without light. Don’t cry put on your wig and skintight dress, allow the fat to leave your breasts.