but there will be new sounds and songs heard, new bugs to slap, bambis to keep clear of my arugula, and sweaty work to be done in the shade of my micro forest. I look forward to hearing, slapping, clearing, and working. but mostly I look forward to being amongst the trees and moon light where I can actually smell the stars, see the drift of earthen sounds, and hear the green of the meadow's ripple.
mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
the seagull voices
I think I will miss their dialog...
but there will be new sounds and songs heard, new bugs to slap, bambis to keep clear of my arugula, and sweaty work to be done in the shade of my micro forest. I look forward to hearing, slapping, clearing, and working. but mostly I look forward to being amongst the trees and moon light where I can actually smell the stars, see the drift of earthen sounds, and hear the green of the meadow's ripple.
but there will be new sounds and songs heard, new bugs to slap, bambis to keep clear of my arugula, and sweaty work to be done in the shade of my micro forest. I look forward to hearing, slapping, clearing, and working. but mostly I look forward to being amongst the trees and moon light where I can actually smell the stars, see the drift of earthen sounds, and hear the green of the meadow's ripple.
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