Today's Quick Tour
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My trip to Arkansas |
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Oldies but Goodies |
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Flame retardant for net addicts |
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Insights from the Web GoddessA supplicant before the altar of words. A seeker. "To question is the answer." A changeling. Nothing ever stays the same. Words, words, prancing glancing words. Spill them at the altar; worship them as the dance. Naughty, nice, boy, girl, adult, child, constrained to be one at a time, more or less. Look, absorb, flow. Think, when you have to. Then try to look away. Eye candy is the window to the soul. Seek the truth; breathe deeply. |
Show us words that we could not have seen otherwise. Leave us gasping in wonder at the scope of your vision. Deceive us with the truth. Blast away our senses with the unspeakable. Leave us a trail of words that can be followed once, but never again. Leave us words in black pools that flash and disappear with the first touch. Leave us words which leave us wordless. Leave us words that laugh at our tears. Leave us words that flay the skin from our bodies. Leave us words that we will learn to fear.
Fluffy stuff, too. Watch where you step.
Of course this is pretentious.
The temple of the goddess of humility was struck by lightning last week.
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