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Written on March 14, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Spring is here. I know that because the daffodils are out, though they held back for 10 days in the cold, they are all green and yellow now, out like proper gay flowers, bob-bob-bobbing their trumpetheads in the municipal parks, so many moshers waiting for the guitar solo to go apeshit.

I saw two blackbirds bonking this morning, and even without the enforced lurch of hours that Daylight Mangling Time gives us each March and takes away each October, the sun now sets at 6.40PM.

I notice also that people are beginning to smile again, and run with their children on their shoulders. I always look but I can never see what they are running from. Maybe they are running away from Monday. Maybe they are fleeing the awful finality of their parenthood. Maybe they are just moving their legs and the ground is passing beneath them, whether they want it to or not.

the world moves on a woman’s hips – the world moves and it bounces and hops – the world moves on a woman’s hips – the world moves and it swivels and bops

This quote is from David Byrne, from that all time great Talking Heads album Remain In Light. Somehow seems appropriate now that everything is starting to breed and sprout.

Little creatures must be fed, and I too must eat. Where’s my puppy?

He’s delicious with maple syrup.

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  1. Miss Wired
    Posted 14 March, 2005 at 10:26 pm | Permalink

    David Byrne rocks my temple.

    I’m listening to Dream Operator at the mo’. It just makes me sigh.

  2. transience
    Posted 15 March, 2005 at 1:08 am | Permalink

    i was going to write a post about mating season, but then i think i should change my mind.

  3. Astrid
    Posted 15 March, 2005 at 4:21 pm | Permalink

    No wonder you see so many people running; they truly must be running from you!!! Haha … you eat puppies with maple syrup! Now don’t break my heart! Haha .. Hugs, Astrid.

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