>>---- a needlepoint, mounted on a fused dendrified
black powder cartridge to be looked at, with one eye open,
close to , for nearly an hour through a fused silica quartz
ground optic lens...
This is, like, a koan, right? Maybe I'm missing the point. Too presbyopic I guess; it's all a blur. Whut koan I do?
Our favorite pastime: Needling the Thread
(Disclaimer: The above are aimless ramblings, devoid of meaning or significance, brought to you by the mystical confluence of Flexeril and Vicodin. Fly like an eagle... threw my back out something special yesterday. Muscle spasm. They had to roll me onto the bed, where I lay frozen solid for an hour. Much better now, yes...) |
