31.5.07 || Keeping up past a week
This is what it comes to - notes from a notebook:

"He persisted from an earlier time, so now he finds himself... in the present. Retro gone wrong!"

"Listen, son. If you love me, they are, and if you don't love me, then get out of my boatshed."

"Stale sandwiches are, in some states, actually enjoyable. In other states, they are illegal - in the lovely state of Georgia!"

"Well, love, you look like a troll, but I'd still let you under my bridge."

-krring
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20.5.07 || Cobbling on the go
I been a-fixing my shoe and giving place to my new lily. The day has felt like another miniature carved in the ever distinctive but not quite distinguishable flow of the past week-and-a-bit. Exams have chanced across me timelily and all forms of gathering play themselves out fully and well. I've figure-eighted round the social circles, caught in their ongoing Specsavers overlap. I am finally able to embrace that which steers me any which way. My existence is now not so much drifting - the steam is all my own - but perhaps unmarked.

I fix my shoe and I place my lily, but not to take pause or stock, not to double take. Today is not needed for that. My step gets an extra click, is all; the trappings of a night's adventure are accommodated. It feels as though today is merely for watching an improvised life settle in. Lily has trudged through town while shoe dropped loose in the excitement. Attending to both, I can just smile at all those events of late.

-krring
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12.5.07 || I feel better with proof that I'm creative
This is a wanky expansion on one particular brainstorm. I used it for my folio. Might as well fit it here.

Ode to a Candle

You flicking glimmer!
Casting witchcraft, devilry atop atmospheric gloom
Flanked by shimmers, your fiery tongue
Nests a craggy charred fang of wick within.
Harsh silent chatter and primal dance
Curse the room to occult transformation.

You jerking blaze!
Out from conjured illumined shards
Spring puppets flailing, haphazard, untamed.
The sinister progeny of your feverish gaze
Merge and divide into shocking shapes anew.
They creep and retreat from a darkened haze.

You shifty, winking shine!
A mere tenacious spark outgrown its proper lifespan,
You wane as you wax, snacking air
And licking away a sapped white trunk.
A toast! To a war so blindly toiled ‘gainst gust and gush:
Elements more prudent, less flashy than you.

And yet, crazed combatant, marauder that you are,
Your war is commendable – waged at pure glare
And the sage need for pragmatism.
No constant bulb nor deluded diode
Deserves the awed hate you provoke
So light your flaws in the face of the new.

Fume off!

-krring
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4.5.07 || Found objects
Well, I have been scouting entirely in your service, to bring you a modest trail of stuff that isn't mine. In our times, reference is a form of creation. Just as well, because without the referential rebirth that a blog as sophisticated as this provides, this guy would simply drown in a pool of vulgarity (he's not even Hendrix enough to befall vomit). I wonder just how ridiculously empowered he'd feel in a hall of mirrors.

Let us pair his all-too-speedy fingers with this spot of fine art comic relief. Found on David Byrne's journal. He makes nice radios, too.

Suck in that lazy string of links.

-krring
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