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When he met her it was as if he could see his poems moving around below her skin like fish in an aquarium. To attract them he tapped the glass of the tank – some were pretty big fish. They loomed close, shadowing her face like a birthmark. He saw their luminous scales, the frills [...]
sometimes, i feel
By: webb on: Apr 24,2010 In: if only I knewi am a hopeless romantic. (found at: swimming pool)
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And she was drifting through the backyard
By: webb on: Apr 3,2010 In: if only I knew(click on the photos below to see the credits) And She Was – Talking Heads
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I’ll Pick You Up In My Car And We’ll Paint The Town
By: webb on: Mar 10,2010 In: if only I knew(click on the photos below to see the credits) The Way You Make Me Feel – Mic…
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Misunderstanding rotation
By: webb on: Feb 19,2010 In: if only I knewWhen I was a kid, and first learned about the rotation of the earth, I thought I should be able to jump in the air and eventually get places. That the earth would turn, while I was in the air, and I’d move like that: A jump at a time. Sometimes, it still seems like [...]
Kids have a weird sense of humor
By: webb on: Jun 23,2006 In: if only I knewKids have a weird sense of humor Originally uploaded by gorickjones. Lucy loves her car. It genuinely delights her.
Moving away
By: webb on: Feb 13,2006 In: if only I knewMoving away Originally uploaded by gorickjones.
It’s like she’s driving
By: webb on: Dec 21,2005 In: if only I knewIt’s like she’s driving Originally uploaded by gorickjones.
Seriously, she’s adorable.
By: webb on: Nov 11,2005 In: if only I knewPicture 833 Originally uploaded by gorickjones. I mean, I know she’s mine and all. But really. She’s clinically adorable.
Why?
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
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