"sounds right," isaid"my soul didnt know what kind of picture to paint,but my meat sure did."I held my hands in front of my eyes and i said out loud with all my heart thank you meat. kurt vonnegut bluebeard
its so much darker when a light goes outthan it would have been if it had never shone steinbeck
a new year of a thousand sketch books.dead leaves rolled like smoking papers laid down on my night table leaving trails of of of well sun spotted and faded, bleached lines running across the room and dust particles dancing the jitterbug. cut the rug like the paint that has spilled and broken and hurt and lost the spiral that was holding it all together.
a cold black screen like the long darkstalks of a crabs eyes or insects that buzz so loud in the summer it feels like your lungs are full of glass that have been slowy smoothed by the ocean and your skin crawls cause there is another darkness that invades your world a world of bleak suggestions one of high contrast of silouttes and a monster with dark voids looking back at you and winking,pale is humor in its wind and moth beaten wings breath. of rusty cars in abandoned yards overgrown with a frost around the edges.you want to turn the tv on but its unplugged limp inert and will stay that way for a long time and everytime you do suceed in pluggin inflipping on and the flap of wings and spread of crisp light sprinklesan eternal note out when you shut it off. edward derby scott
Stranger in a strandge land, do androids dream of electric sheep, Cats Cradle , jitterbug,johnny got his gun perfume and sophies world, also different seasons also hitch hickers guild to the galaxy what else 1984 also transmetropoitan, the sand man,U.S. also see spot run. squeak the dinosaur. and the eden express, never let me go, martian chronicles.never let me go,life of pi.how to be good, flowers for algernon ,the elm at the edge of the world, confessions of a crap artist,narcissus and goldmund, so the wind wont blow it all away, in the lake of the woods, the way of life, the moon is a harsh mistress, the golden compass. seacret life of bees, iwill fear no evil, armour, the winter of our discontent.small gods. the killer inside me. dandelion wine, the angel with onehundread wings, ps your cat is dead, passion play, the drought, vampire hunter d stuff of dreams, parsival, fragile things, time enough for love,stranger than fiction,hard boiled wonderland at the end of the world, farmer giles of ham, the last samurai(dewitt) wyrd sisters
you wake up and the warm bed is warm and you dont want to move so you turn over and sleep. and the world destroys itself and you strech and smile. casually wake up and make yourself a cup of tea and it is warm. you hold on and walk to the porch slipers and robe. sit on your steps and and lean against a railing. the world burns and the turtle moves. edward derby scott