Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's for Thursday, March 27, 2008

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

The Eskimos, They who watch. stalk and wait...

The Witch Doctor... while ice freezes, melts and freezes, again. Their skin and flesh is not different from yours or mine. They have fingers and toes that freeze. They cannot run faster nor get more sleep even though their winter’s night is nine months long, When the blizzards die down and they... Sign in to see full entry.

MAN’S BUBBLE WORLD Centuries from Now, To clone or not to clone...

Mother Earth is damn mad, her rain forest so beautiful and strategically placed is gone because man needed toothpicks and chairs to sit their lives on. Ballooned heads press their light-sensitive eyes against the protective plate glass of their man-made bubble empire because the sun is fatally... Sign in to see full entry.

Nothing is too small for my sarcasm. I know a tiny moth...

that crawls over the rug like an English spy sneaking through the Blue Forest, and I know a Frenchman that hangs on the closet door singing chanson after chanson with his smashed thighs, I will examine my life through curled threads and short straws and little drops of food. I will crawl around with... Sign in to see full entry.

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