“…and the whole thing would settle to the sea floor, silting over almost instantly with the world’s steady accretion of data.”
Ain't nothin' wrong with a little surrealism! In fact, sometimes my dreams make more sense than reality.
I am counting on that. S
I hear you, sad corn chip man, and I agree-everything's broken. But take heart-here's my chips-and let me get back to naming stars.
i'm so pleased with these poems and these responses. annabanana - thanks for seeing the difference in the cornchip-renaming frustration of his.
*maybe I should have said "making the distinction" instead of "seeing the difference."
Oh Anna. You star namer!Sarah
Mel you see the difference and make the distinctions. It's a gift of yours. Sweet Mel.S
I'll see and second that. I am glad you made both comments, Mel, because each is worth saying, like two pictures in a row showing the almost-same moment. Like so many times.Mmmm, chips.
I'm gonna steal a line from the kids and say::D it's fun that you guys know me. or that I have known knowing you and all that entails - feeling love for you, interpreting you. And that is somehow you loving me. pass the chips?
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