i can imagine having a discussion with an old friend
or a guy in a coffeeshop
and we won't completely understand each other's words
but they will ask me what
what are you writing?
and I will just hand it to them
and maybe point out through the corner of my mouth that i'm not very good
or original, but i dont really care about either of those things.
and they will flip through my little book
and for some reason, i wont be embarassed that they are reading it all
in my handwriting.
they will ask what it means
and ask why dont i look at the deeper thing
that it points to?
all i want to show is the pretty finger pointing
and the vector
i don't care about what its pointing at
because that seems pretty obvious.
patterns are pretty obvious,
but freckles?
They might personify our new "infatuation" with Natural Beauty
or DNA and RNA and high seratonin levels and what it is to be a Man,
but all i wanted to say was
i like your freckles
they are pretty.
we're all so caught up in meaning
and something that resounds
globally.
i like the notes.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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