The moon is not full of dreamy light. The moon is full of….well,…the moon. One could say the moon is full of rock, I guess. Yes, lots and lots of rock. And the moon is not a hole punched in anything, either. It shines like ….well, it shines like the moon, I guess. It shines like a ball of rock. Up there. In the sky. Where it winks its cold eyes at the sun.
As always, thanks for looking.
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No, no, not the Japanese haiku master and the German Psychologist, but the brilliant blog-child of Jon Petruschke. He has written one (or more) dream haiku per day for the last three hundred and sixty five days! Quite an accomplishment. You should definitely be following these little gems of surreal wisdom.
So, in his (and Basho and Jung‘s) honor, I have written a dream haiku of my own.
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Remember that time
we both lost our memory?
Yeah, me neither.
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Oh…and did I mention we were separated at birth?
I, however, am fortunate to remember nothing about this little ensemble…
Happy Blogirthday, Basho and Jung!
“Well, you know what they say about poets.” “No. What do they say?” “You don't know? Shit. I was hoping you could tell me.”
Our good friend (who is also a talented photographer) is releasing an EP of his new electronica project, and guess who’s on the cover?
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Enough to give even Godzilla the willies…
Just so you know, you don't look like you just got out of bed. You look like someone who just spent $100 to look like someone who just got out of bed.
A Prayer Like Gravity 