Quite arabesque in its simplicity.
September 6, 2007 at 5:35 pm | Posted in pictures, writing | Leave a commentTags: Caliban, prose, writing
Because good grammar is a sign of good manners, of which, naturally scratching, I have few being Caliban in a cave, reading,
How To Operate A Time Machine.
Connecticons connect one screen to another across time, your mind reading to mine writing which is back in time when I wrote it, imagining forward in time to you now ex-readingly patient.
A connecticon.
If I say star light is real, you realise that you’ve always known that anyway the best way to be under a spotlight moon is not caught like a moth but like you live in one.
Now those with an instinctive eye for detail, hearing trucks braking in the distance, will know that you are in the time machine and that instructions for its use are all around you right now and my suggestion to you is to exit via the bloggedy blogroll, roll
Leave a Comment »
Blog at WordPress.com.
Entries and comments feeds.
Leave a Reply