Thursday, November 12, 2009

error detection and Correction.





you'd listen you say;

and the right thing to do 
would be to start; but then

im afraid i wont be 
able to stop, and then 

at some point, you'd 
start defending yourself; and that 

would just make me wrong, 
by default; now that

just wouldnt be right, 
would it.

yeah, i thought so. good 
night.



image courtesy maggie fitts

11 comments:

  1. Girl I was right when I said you're my alter ego.

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  2. words taste like cotton candy

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  3. Like.

    Reminds me of e e cummings. Please tell me you know who he is.

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  4. hippie-girl: flimsy? sweet, but flimsy.

    iggy: oh! wow girl. thank you, that i should even faintly come close to the genius he was, im thrilled!
    know who he is? "from him doth all inspiration flow"

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  5. oooh. super. as usual i must add.

    and the hot smoking pix meg! : )

    and many big fat thank you's for da loving mention in da last post. mwaahs.

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  6. spy girl: much thanks! and i didnt think that 'ek salaa picture' would be the cause of so many nice things
    im quite quite liking it ;)

    and you are much welcome, true 'tis all. :)

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  7. no, not flimsy...its supposed to be very positive, trying my hand some unconventional commenting. :(
    What I meant is, beyond the airy, free style, it is un-ignorable, the hues stand out. Cotton candy was a bad allusion, lets say, like vanilla flavoured vodka, its sweet but it burns.
    I am stopping before this becomes long and soggy :)
    u rock.

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  8. but they are!
    they are.
    words, sweet as long as they are around, and then flimsy, they disappear.

    but oooooo vanilla-vodka
    i like i like, and i <3 your descriptions long&soggy.
    yeah right! so fun they are

    and thank you! you rock more O_O

    and by the way, *hippie-girl* you've just been christened ;)(on my blog)

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  9. You are FRIKKIN' AMAZING!

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  10. girl girl, stop 'getting' my posts
    go play,
    skip a rope
    or something!

    *so young, sob, sob, so so young*
    ;(

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