Wheel is spinning
Game of Chance
Look, I've ruined
All my pants.
Pulling outward
Pulling up
Flattening charger
Building cup
Fire burns it
Turns it gray
Fuller outcome
When you pray.
strangely reminiscent of "i thank you, sir, from my balcony: you have slain the grass with grace."
Posted by: joy at October 6, 2003 06:43 PMha. just realized you won't know at all that the above was intended as a compliment. it was indeed. write on, mon ami.
Posted by: joy at October 6, 2003 06:44 PMAh, but how will I know unless you explain it and it's origin?
Posted by: kammer at October 7, 2003 09:17 AMone day. one day.
all in good time.
has to do with a conglameration of the Chronicles and Castiglione's The Courtier.
tell you what. you read the cliff notes from The Courtier. i'll write haiku about the mystery and then you'll be able to decode automatically from that.
right?
Posted by: joy at October 7, 2003 01:12 PMThe "slain grass" sounded familiar...
Castiglione it is, and may the reading of it brand me a "fresh out of cellophane" new man.
Posted by: Kammer at October 8, 2003 01:32 PMgood. not to say that you NEED a dose of sprezzatura, but it's always good to get refills.
"too much
of a
good thing
is
wonderful."
(~ i know who said this but don't really want to admit to you who it was because she was not such a nice lady, but it's still a fun quote.)
by the way, i will write haiku on the above someday, but today's was not that day. happy wednesday, by the way. :)
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