I enjoy pressure, life, by seizing time. I've learned to write while working the line--on my side, a restaurant is a least poetic of places. I've coped with blur and panic by sweeping everything, everything, from my desktop of vision--save this islandary moment and mission. Isolated, I let my desire belong nowhere else--setting more breezy moments aside. I must keep anything good I have with me--at all times--ready to seize, with sacred hope, the pith of the moment--whatever it is.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
An Old One, but Hey...
I, for some reason, love the courier new font. What a wonderful nod to the sound of a type writer.
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