Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A Run
a stampede
a run of ideas that doesn't take in a consideration
my apprehension
it is a stampede of a outstanding set of solutions...
it is a run that sails past my trembling.
Friday, September 04, 2009
William can't put his finger on it.
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"I had the sarladaise sauce, prepared with brandy and truffles and served with roast meat."
"I like eating here where the gastric economy is considerably lower."
"This place is garbage, but my point is if I am eating...if I am eating the only American truffles from Tennessee at 600 hundred dollars a pound, then I have become completely distracted if someone like her is sitting across from me."
"You said she had your attention."
"I did." He said dropping his hands into his lap. "But don't you see it? I was way out of the box with her based on insignificant things."
"Her beauty?"
"Shit...maybe. I don't want to think that completely, but more and more talking to her I find myself in the shallow end of the pool; she is not giving me anything. We are making cardboard boxes in the rain.
"For you it's her beauty."
"I can't just put it there."
"OK."
"I mean I don't want to just put it there. I want to say there is something magical about her that I can't just put my finger on; that I am not waking up to. You understand."
"Yeah, it's maybe her beauty."
"Yeah well maybe."
"I had the sarladaise sauce, prepared with brandy and truffles and served with roast meat."
"I like eating here where the gastric economy is considerably lower."
"This place is garbage, but my point is if I am eating...if I am eating the only American truffles from Tennessee at 600 hundred dollars a pound, then I have become completely distracted if someone like her is sitting across from me."
"You said she had your attention."
"I did." He said dropping his hands into his lap. "But don't you see it? I was way out of the box with her based on insignificant things."
"Her beauty?"
"Shit...maybe. I don't want to think that completely, but more and more talking to her I find myself in the shallow end of the pool; she is not giving me anything. We are making cardboard boxes in the rain.
"For you it's her beauty."
"I can't just put it there."
"OK."
"I mean I don't want to just put it there. I want to say there is something magical about her that I can't just put my finger on; that I am not waking up to. You understand."
"Yeah, it's maybe her beauty."
"Yeah well maybe."
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