all our ideas by Indigo Tempestaagain i said "yeah." again, again i nodded. he said "i don't even know --i don't even know." he said "i don't know what i mean."
this is the effort expended in this our language, this ineffable that is. what system can answer of itself no matter how often you ask it?
i see, wally, how umbrellas evolved but can you tell me, can you daddy, what signifies the tree? and can you tell me that you love me and you know what i know? 09/20/2005 Author's Note: please-o, tear me a new one. needs some serious work.
Posted on 09/21/2005 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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Posted by Jim Benz on 09/21/05 at 01:17 AM Much as I'd like to say I'm up to the challenge, I can't tear you a new one. I like the language, I like the meaning, I just can't say where to improve it, outside of pulling in a concrete image or two. |
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