the old live-*** shows on Time Square remind me of transgressive Performance Art. Public mind *******. Sounds like a blast.
The infant princeling left to fend in the wild wilderness;
it's pretty awesome at that.
You make me surprise myself,
she said up on her small haunches; her perfect Persian eye kaleidoscopic yes yes yes
how's that?
I can't remember anymore. If I do, I'll tell you about it.
I'd like to unwrap u like a gift; surprises are the face mystery wears in public.
Oedipus felt his strength increasing; called before the Olympian beside the likes of Prometheus, Theseus, Jason and Heracles, Hermes and Dionysus; chosen as immortal constellations; Oedipus the King;
his soul wandering over Egyptian sands; he hears her;
Her voice is sweet like a song
"I'm sitting here wondering if that's brilliant or ridiculous. I guess I'll just call it ridiculously brilliant."
That will likely not be the last time i say that to you.
Don't let it be the last; I love being both ridiculous & brilliant.
Peering in her crystal she says: "You don't let it be the last."
As if you would attend the marriage of dadaism & quantum theory
cat licking her paw purrs
I don't even know what that means, but it's sweet that you thought I would.
ur not knowing is sweet; I'd say more but I think this is where we would not know together in the cloud of unknowing of the mystery of the unsaid in the suspense of discovery.
Blinking in the sunlight, she says: "Is that your poetic way of telling me you said something, and don't even know what it meant?" the knowingly unsaid said knowingly
"Are you ******?"
not particularly, he replied.
"Must be just me."
Now it was Oedipus who blinked; must be or maybe together we're a puzzle wrapped in a riddle.
I think we got each other figured out, she said.
I feel like Oedipus to ur Sphinx he said.
I'm not sure I remember the correlation said she.
the correlation of what?
Oedipus and Sphinx
okay...