i could begin telling you of the delicious feeling i get when the abstract and material cometoghether so seamlessly- when a transposition is so lucid - that epiphany takes effort of a preoccupied tuttifutti. but this image is incomplete.so i cannot show you the entire verse of the gulls.
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aha
we wont talk of stress
we wont talk of feet
we shall talk of rhythm
we shall talk of beat
or something...
/k
yes!
you picked that book up too?
by the time i reached feet i was deadbored.
hmm.. i loved the cover picture and that they used it for meter and rhythm..
didnt get it home, sat in the library and flipped pages for an hour
i guess you picked it up right after :)
black magic woman, you!
gaaaaaah, yea
scary eh?
oogabooga oogabooga
/b
ps: you wont imagine the other gaaaaah thing that happened JUST NOW!
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