nothing happens,
and we are writing chronicles.
these magnets aren’t srong enough.
and i m not at all who i thought i was,but that s no surprise.
it s a beautiful dayin a goodbye way.
space is where all the good stuff is happening
nothing happens,
and we are writing chronicles.
these magnets aren’t srong enough.
and i m not at all who i thought i was,but that s no surprise.
it s a beautiful dayin a goodbye way.
shapes & sounds … gems for now … reasons for gratitude:
from “True Love Cast Out All Evil”
http://www.rokyerickson.net/
“Forever”
words and music by Roky Erickson
Without One, there would be
an empty, empty, empty space
With One, I can see
One’s own face
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
One is not a style, One is not a trend
Just the thought of One, makes me smile
And One tells one…. we will never end
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
One is not lost, one is again
with One, one has the pleasure
as of knowing One’s own name
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
“When he opened the door, he found a room filled with many symmetrical, glittering objects surrounding a central throne …
… a throne out of various old materials like aluminum and gold foil, old furniture, various pieces of cardboard, old light bulbs, shards of mirror and old desk blotters. He had pinned it together with tacks, glue, pins and tape.”
Act directly only where you can act out of a positive and constructive impulse.
The remaining other 95% of cases to be handled in a different way – e.g. by transformation, refactoring.
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glitter is a question of respect.
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my son lists what is ok to have printed on yr undies:
“peter pedal – no.
skeletons – yes.
dragons – ok.
dying people – yes.
blood – good. (“blut? gut.”)”
this is about growing up. no longer being a small child. becoming a (inbe)t(w)een.
it will never happen.
time until then is a time of longing.