Tag: pasta
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Front glass thickness
as you reach out and brush aside the low hanging branches, the yellowish leaves rustle under the touch of your fingers. you emerge from the trees. to your left you see a low apartment block in a late stage of construction. some windows still have protective sheets on them. the walls of the block form…
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A memory of days in the wild
I was startled by the sound when i first heard it, something new, an addition to this place where i dwell now, far from my home and then, later, the next day perhaps i was startled once more and jerked my head trying to find its source, wondering what it was as i slowly began…
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A bag of pasta
there’s a bag of pasta in the fridge i’ve eaten everything else all there is now is this bag of pasta i check the date it’s a bit past but not too long i’m confident it’s still good so i open the bag it’s plastic a thick clear layer in which the pasta slides around…
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To explain it, or to in any way connect iton the face of this earth my role is merelyas experiencer, writer, with a need andmy experience. I want to tell you what I hear. Wiggles his ears to music. The experience.If it were, we could concern ourselves with soundexclusion of all else that musicians mightrealize.…