Friday, July 15, 2005

fish looks up rebirth

slip-sliding side-style slinging sore throats of crocus & spring wanderlust, singing Wunderlands of carol-esque-ness & coalescing conceptions of promotional scheme-stealers, irises & notions. notions like ribbons? no, notions only now becoming necessary like the crocus becoming a bloom on time. no, that isn't the note, you know, you might be out of tune.

9 little fish:

Blogger tescosuicide swam up to say...

wow....

9:43 PM  
Blogger arthur decko swam up to say...

i might be way out of tune, but YOU...you are smack dab right on it....

11:46 PM  
Blogger transience swam up to say...

eep. now that's what i call masterful writing.

12:39 AM  
Blogger alix swam up to say...

were you doodling at the same time you wrote this?

12:56 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

hey thanks, fishies. i feel all warm & fuzzy.

oddly enough, alix, i was. however did you know?

1:01 PM  
Blogger alix swam up to say...

i have no idea. but how cool is that? i feel all pthykick and stuff, now. :)

1:10 AM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

ooo, cool prose poem jenn luv, i'm one jealous fish

10:53 AM  
Blogger Emily swam up to say...

this was a good one- in my head there was a hip hop beat and a sample of slip-sliding way from Paul Simon in the back ground in between each sentence.
Slip-slip slip slinging away.

4:15 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

ooh, i like it when rhythms are conjured by words...

6:48 PM  

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