which means, finally, after living here ten months, starting to unpack and sort through all the crap i've boxed over the last decade and...
daze later, maybe only semi-daze, the party has started... the move-in party, that is... definitely only semi-move-in, however sufficient at this point in time to be considered a wonderfully sublime celebration, appropriately subdued by circumstance and history to remain a happenchance and mystery woven together by third-grade clauses, confused cliches, mixed-up metaphors, sinful similes, analogous anagrams, illiterate illiteration, and the righteous typo as i insert my newest member neatly between the literary legs of the posts previously opened for others...
the space, she is opening up and as we brush away the cobwebs, standing tall and erect, if only for the forced exercise and altered perspective, but no, also to maintain the movement that is at the heart of the act, and the seeds of life stored for so long within the bowels of the darkness spew forth to find whatever firtile ground and spaces we can create...
sorting and filing cds too, yeah yeah, yeah :)
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