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Updates throughout a MealUPDATES THROUGHOUT A MEALUpdates throughout a Meal
Oct. 22 at 7:24pm
the janitors are talking about me. one wants to clean this section.
Oct. 22 at 7:30pm
I sit here and stare at the precipitate on my glass plate, the greasy blobs hovering a quarter-inch above the table – bit of cheese, some sausage, a wilted slice of onion. the loaf of bread I just bought is 2 weeks expired. they must be trying to kill me.
Oct. 22 at 7:33pm
"it changes your whole perspective, doesn't it?"
Oct. 22 at 7:43pm
there is a width at which an open space becomes as
by ~thefoolscribe
Eleven ReasonsELEVEN REASONS (BEING A TOURIST MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE)Eleven Reasons
1.
Western music dominates the halls of expensive Japanese hotels. Soft & classical, jazz even plays. No one steals in Japan. Everyone is clean. People are quiet in public, especially around westerners. They are short; 6' men bend to their doorways. Everyone is beautiful in Japan, sitting in white cars, none of which are larger than a modest sedan. Cities eclipse the horizon. Picturesque intersections, large & methodically bustling, that remind you of Times Square (as remembered from movies & various advertisements), a
by ~thefoolscribe
by ~thefoolscribe
Museum of SeeingTHE MUSEUM OF SEEINGMuseum of Seeing
There is a museum that, once past the sweltering reception desk in its ovate room of dark and deafening sound, constantly changes. The first room is fuzzy wherever walls make a corner, edges impossible to decipher. The next may be bright – insufferably bright – with tree or rock etched into being by harsh shadows and textures. You can feel the breeze in this room, though. It’s quite nice, the lawn unfurled like shag carpet. Next, you might come upon a boundless room of sand, waves lulling in, the taste of salt on your tongue, grit between your molars and toes (if you so elect to go barefoot). Y
by ~thefoolscribe
Random Favourites
Six-Gun SerenadeSix-Gun SerenadeSix-Gun Serenade
The coffee shop and the poetry The late afternoons and endless evenings
full of alcohol and foolish, unproven boasts
Wordless oaths that wrap around our wrists tentative tendrils that wither in the morning
The burning certainty
that all the weight of wanting
will give way to satisfaction
in a single, salty kiss
The words that tumble topsy-turvy over my tongue Late mornings still filled with promise Soft days like new jeans still waiting to be broken in Empty intersections filled with meaningless signals fl
by ~epimetheus
Lazy saturdays...
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