You dream of what it once was and what it might be again, but mostly you like it just as it is, a glorious soul ravished by time and neglect, and probably still alive. Just imagine its fabulously tattered eyes, still clinging to the memory of vanished splendor.
(word play on a story about Lampedusa and Sicily)
Friday, July 4, 2008
Monstermeditation:weird tangents. You just have to go with it and enjoy!
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