Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal. i can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. and in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight--
But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend.
Come walk with me in the mud.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
hello world!
:) ....coming back soon from couple of aestivations and hibernations.... :)
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