And This Is UsThis is not what you think it is or what you want it to be or even what it might be but you know it’s not. Sit back and take a journey with me into the grey and the ill conceived, perhaps then you will understand. If you’re lucky, you may momentarily feel inspired.And This Is Us
I meet a canvas in the corner of curiosity’s crossroads. I’m going that way and he’s going nowhere (that same old game we young folk play). Somehow he has lost himself and doesn’t know whether to look up or down, down this street or that. But come to think of it, I believe I saw his sanity not too far from mine. So I tell him, “
The BallI once danced a dance with a puppeteer (a strange man, grey-eyed and tall) who put aside his lifeless dolls to do the waltz on one of thoseThe Ball
transient sepia
nights.
Fingers like glass swung me ‘round and ‘round to the beat of the music— an unfaltering tempo of this foot, then that.
He knew all the secret moves every step possible and even some that aren’t. He moved his hands and spun like so. Who knew a master of puppets could paint with the soles of his feet?
I once asked him where the le
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Reporter: I like that. what's your name?
[pointing tape recorder at Phoebe]
Phoebe: Phoebe. That's, P, as in Phoebe, H, as in hoebe, O as in oebe, E, as in ebe, B, as in bebe, and E as in... Ello there mate.
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