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the windowsill is hilled, shoved into lumps and valleys, too frothy for flight, heavy to be held. the pane of glass separating twenty degrees from a cool sixty six would shatter neatly, somewhat like poured sugar or the skin of a balloon, stretched tightly and then released. the asphalt is stubble, unshaven uncleanliness, blackened by ages of rain and snow, seattle slush, still elastic when a rubber ball hits it, throwing material back, to be clutched in a moist chubby palm. calm, pale, smoothed by the run through air, skin traced by blue (ish green)
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
hands off your fate, child
the windowsill is hilled, shoved into lumps and valleys, too frothy for flight, heavy to be held. the pane of glass separating twenty degrees from a cool sixty six would shatter neatly, somewhat like poured sugar or the skin of a balloon, stretched tightly and then released. the asphalt is stubble, unshaven uncleanliness, blackened by ages of rain and snow, seattle slush, still elastic when a rubber ball hits it, throwing material back, to be clutched in a moist chubby palm. calm, pale, smoothed by the run through air, skin traced by blue (ish green)
lazy title again, from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nev2O5hgtqc
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
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