I counted the houses one by one |
"I counted the houses one by one by one&"
As I stood with the somnambulist in the kitchen, the balls of my feet started to ache again...
Posted by franda panda on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:01:00 PST |
Motion and the Illusions of Animation |
Motion and the Illusions of Animation
An innocuous traveler sitting to one side of the trackslooks down either end of infinityanticipating the next speedy locomotive,the constant, evenacceleration: th...
Posted by franda panda on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 08:37:00 PST |
a failure to thrive |
In the organic field, all things are similar.
Ground make-up, animal tendency, textural sensibility.
And I speak to this in us all.
One thing, though, the animals know as we know But know in the de...
Posted by franda panda on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 09:54:00 PST |
and I'm just thinking.. |
...I will make a stride from monotony in the starry reaches of my mind; in the regions of purity which exist solomely. I am proud to say I'm still moved utterly by free things, by fog, ...
Posted by franda panda on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 10:28:00 PST |
hey, check it. |
Today is one of those days when i am just expediating the slow decay until death. I'm distilling in this ancient house with antiquated windows and doors waiting patiently for that moment when I r...
Posted by franda panda on Thu, 18 May 2006 11:08:00 PST |
The Magnolia Tree |
The magnolia tree died. It spread its trinity-bloom branches heavy, extended. They stretched to the tips, actual white and pinkish, laughing like Persephone must have a solid ...
Posted by franda panda on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 12:39:00 PST |
rough rough draft... |
Clean lines cut the conductor into two half-circle pieces because he fell to the inevitable traffic, vowing that electricity makes these things move, he left his engine and went back into the d...
Posted by franda panda on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 08:41:00 PST |
the future stream of conscious |
A thick sponge soaks up the water left behind on the boxy surface of that table, while the only living apes left in the world sit on roof tops screaming that the end of the world is only a vivid explo...
Posted by franda panda on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 10:26:00 PST |
what happens sometimes when i go outside.. |
I don't know the words... Black cat iron stair cases a cove of an alley, quiet rocks, right next to houses, at a loss, cat crossed my path right as i turned back but desolate deserted insular place be...
Posted by franda panda on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 12:03:00 PST |
YESSSSSSSSSS |
the chances are pretty high that I, Francesca Clare Black, might get to go see Built to Spill in Chicago in April. enough said.
Posted by franda panda on Sat, 18 Feb 2006 02:34:00 PST |
