Saturday, July 14, 2007
trek the track.
Arias and recitatives by the mermaids. Bubble-speech, dolby digital, fish-eye lens, golden trophies, a piano, the topsy-turvy reflection of faces. There are vague connections between all these which I cling onto for reprieve, and then in desperation, and finally in mock hilarity. I am entangled in the middle of this spider web which I have helped to spin, and I cannot escape.
she procrastinated @ 19:50 |
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