Your mother warned you #4
23rd September 2008Did you know? The warmth of her colours I taste, in each of her savoury adjectives, when alone with the picture of her hair, tangled in the breeze. Her s p a c i o u s caprices, near perfection to my hungry eyes. And, she too, delights in the calming qualities of repetition.
24th September 2008 at 12:30 am
That is cool. I like linkage art, it’s like a whole new genre/medium thingy.
24th September 2008 at 7:30 pm
Ooh. Hello!
24th September 2008 at 9:12 pm
I see you’ve got a new packet of oxymorons and couldn’t contain yourself, could you?
25th September 2008 at 11:51 am
Paul: Thanks, Paul, I didn’t really think of it that way, but I suppose you’re right.
NotKeith: Ooh hello to you, Mr NotKeith.
Jim: Try taking off your reality helmet, Jim. Oxymorons are impossible where I live. ;)
27th September 2008 at 8:27 am
I had an oxymoron once. Made a lousy pet. Pee’d in the house and moulted all over the carpet.