Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Oh Our Mother the Earth
Oh Our Father the Sky
Weave for us a garment of brightness
May the warp be the white
light of morning
May the weft be the red
light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow
May we walk where birds sing
Where grass is green
“Song of the Sky Loom”
--Tewa American Indian Prayer
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bOTTOM Line is, too much wine and too many unfounded hopes offline shown and espressed by someone for whom alll estimations have been suspended.
I feel like Sappho, doing her diary for Granta that her daddy, the cause celebre and nominal of it all, will never be pinpointed.
a tout a l'heures--
Katie
PS Earl, knowing what you know, why the FUCK would you have risked it lest you failed to see your own value, every chance you got, and on principle. You fucking rotting fuckhead, you.
Oh Our Father the Sky
Weave for us a garment of brightness
May the warp be the white
light of morning
May the weft be the red
light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow
May we walk where birds sing
Where grass is green
“Song of the Sky Loom”
--Tewa American Indian Prayer
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bOTTOM Line is, too much wine and too many unfounded hopes offline shown and espressed by someone for whom alll estimations have been suspended.
I feel like Sappho, doing her diary for Granta that her daddy, the cause celebre and nominal of it all, will never be pinpointed.
a tout a l'heures--
Katie
PS Earl, knowing what you know, why the FUCK would you have risked it lest you failed to see your own value, every chance you got, and on principle. You fucking rotting fuckhead, you.
