Thursday, February 08, 2007

Over The Rainbow

With just a hare breadth between us - *little Rowan loved to play in the fields* etc - we tried our hands at making bread. Got all yeasty and overexcited. The slapped seconds between the *love* triangles that I'd tried to form in my youth (you, you, not you) and the irregular parallelograms of my middling years, when slack became jaw and hands wrinkled like wormholes, made all the difference: you could feel the time sliding across our skin as the doughdust scattered into the air...

Blixa Bargeld - Over The Rainbow

A Yousendit Nostalgic Gypsy Claim Form

I think it was Pascal, might easily have been one of the lump-eyes from the farm.

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