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Time Is a Colouring Book | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. I’ve Forgotten What It Is To Be A Giant. Orange Juice Son →. Time Is a Colouring Book. December 7, 2016. She scrutinizes the difference between one minute and the next. Has change truly occurred. Why do we mark time. Are numbers the best symbols for time. What if. We used colour: Ah, it is blue–time for tea. Or: Good morning, darling,. It is yellow already, time for breakfast. We can break the day into four parts.
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Time Is a Colouring Book | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. I’ve Forgotten What It Is To Be A Giant. Orange Juice Son →. Time Is a Colouring Book. December 7, 2016. She scrutinizes the difference between one minute and the next. Has change truly occurred. Why do we mark time. Are numbers the best symbols for time. What if. We used colour: Ah, it is blue–time for tea. Or: Good morning, darling,. It is yellow already, time for breakfast. We can break the day into four parts.
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It Goes Like This I Think | bird-like banter
https://birdlikebanter.wordpress.com/2016/09/26/it-goes-like-this-i-think
Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. Choosing to Look →. It Goes Like This I Think. September 26, 2016. Crooked frame of mind, so I tilted it. To the right, but I over corrected. And so still I have. A crooked frame of mind. The Dalmatian raises an eyebrow at the flowerpot. I would do the same, if I could raise an eyebrow. We don’t aim for congruency, we aim. You fell off the face of the planet and landed. On your own face, on the planet’s feet. Foreclo...
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. Newer posts →. September 29, 2016. To think of an angel is to think of something without. Being able to think of anything in particular. Particularly, I think of the “nothing” that is left in an empty. Room where there had been a party and the guests had danced. And the guests had felt wine tumbling inside them, trickling into. Fingertips. The music and warm light. The energy swimming. In every field of sunlight.
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When Conditions Change | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. Afternoon, Translate →. October 6, 2016. Stray dogs know the girl who keeps chicken breast in her pocket. She finishes at the sandwich stand, sits on the curb,. And her little hands wander seemingly on their own into her pockets and pull out. Raw meat. Her pockets are always moist from the meat, and she. Hardly notices, except when she puts paper in them. Then she. Saunter to her, dauntless, yet still submissive.
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Samuel Asking | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. Is This Shelter →. October 13, 2016. In the hallway on his way back from the bathroom going to. His office, Samuel Terrin suddenly addressed the question. WHY in relation to his job. Why did he check those graphs. Why did he straighten up? Why did he then try. To look casual, relaxed? He was not at. Ease, to be sure, so why pretend? Why did he make sure. His pencil was sharpened and straightened before he used. Notif...
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Orange Juice Son | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. Time Is a Colouring Book. Circles That Free Children From Time →. January 4, 2017. Remind me of the time we took a weekend drive. To the orange tree. You said I was in. No condition to drive, and indeed I wasn’t,. And I said I would be fine but you drove, remember? The right tire was flat and I felt it. Beneath me wobblingly. We always release. The dearest bits of our souls during the quiet moments when. You are comm...
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. On My Eyes a Water Strider. February 14, 2017. The light swirls and becomes a motley. Of oranges and browns. The light is mixing. Into itself and is consorting with darkness. Be careful to mince your words. I broke. The pestle yesterday; you’ll need to use. The heel of your hand. Smash them. Words. Smell best when opened, broken soggy shells,. Releasing an aroma thick, wet, deep-reaching. February 7, 2017. Take time ...
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Is This Shelter | bird-like banter
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Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, upside-down thoughts, and the occasional nonsense poem. October 22, 2016. Somnolent fields lay closed their heavy eyelids,. Old railroads hold still a cold quiet,. Black beetles pretend they do not exist as. They push-crawl beneath folds of fallen leaves. Little girl leans over her feet. Her knees. Bend suddenly when she thinks to bend them–. The eager obedience of a young body. She shifts. Dry leaves side to side like sliding the score-keeping. Click to share on Twitter ...