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A shrill cry arose from the life of shattered glass. Pained silence returned the echo of a child's laughter.
Baseballs sailing past closed windows.
from windows
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2:37 pm - Tuesday,February 17, 2004
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Water drops upon a glass door - is there any better way of looking past clouds?
from cloud watch
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8:36 pm - Sunday,February 15, 2004
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New Years Day - 1979.
It was no colder (that day) than any other in recent memory, yet still there was something of an Atlantic breeze cascading down to take us further than we had ever been before. In hand, tall flutes of red wine gave the moment a sheen as not touched upon since long ago, mother let slip broken glass shards across the cold surface of antiquated skin...............Memories arriving too suddenly, I think..............
Happy New Year.
from glass in dreams
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4:40 am - Friday,January 2, 2004
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your pictures and writing remind me of the structure of cells, and other small, complex things. perfect--makes the internet worthwhile.
from k.
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2:21 am - Thursday,June 26, 2003
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god you're just brilliant.
from iooi
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1:07 am - Monday,April 21, 2003
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yeah, more water at my door! i love the mood your stuff creates. thanks for sharing it.
from aikan
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0:58 am - Friday,April 18, 2003
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In dreams held aloft and then scattered, as feathers born of melting wax, glass tastes as it has always felt: smooth and serene - floating away.
Broken glass fetchs a taste, shamelessly aggravating memories of an amphetamine powered father beating upon a drugged lamb.
Cherished glass glazes over every wine-fed muse on the verge of sheading poetry. Penetrations clean and smooth.
And of you - your mind, it remains beautiful.
from Glass in dreams
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7:40 pm - Wednesday,April 16, 2003
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upon return, i now know where some of the images in my dreams came from.
from llama
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4:48 pm - Wednesday,April 2, 2003
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theres something still so good about whats going on here. like wet book pages that dry pretty. xo.
from shannon.
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4:27 pm - Tuesday,April 1, 2003
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woo! that's neat-o. the picture, i mean, not the richard brautigan diaryring.
from aikan
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5:26 pm - Monday,March 10, 2003
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