Sweet Jams from Royal Jelly
Is my new favorite album. Geoff brought it. He pronounces it with two syllables, so it rhymes with see-off. As in, I can't wait to "see off" the man who claims to be a doctor. Today we decided together that all language is a dream at least, so I don't have to tell him my dreams if I promise to tell him what I am thinking. It doesn't feel like a good deal but I am worn down by all this rain.
posted by L M at 7:03 PM
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Edward R. Burro writes: ...[are] a refulgent architype...etc., I believe would be better. And, I could not agree with you more, by the way. Still, in seeking to make things correspond, so that I do not waste my valuable army training, I am left with one nagging doubt.
Dr. Farfel's pal writes: Sometimes as I sit and look at the picture of the window I can almost pretend that the sky and the trees are real. The clouds almost seem to move, blown by a silent breeze, high above the mountains in the background. Most of all, I miss the fresh air; the suble changes that mean differing air pressure or movements by large vehicle. Oh yes, I miss sound,also. Not just birds and planes and people. Sound, any sound.
A drunken night in the slow sound of trebled waters, a broken slope of toothed hills, a cordial on the porch in the evening. A spandrel's breadth from the whole rest of it, and wondering if we'll get there or wait it out behind the vale.
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