" workshop poem "your you for to aloud mistakecry. Truth it tell need no soundbut world doesn't,in this, soft spot and stop acrossmouth pretty going your gulletdown go hold, swallow.you can understand itthere behind that allroar dark out place,nothing and wantain't no excursus;wings still wings touched slightlyjust on thrush tough passingperfect despair, hardly breaststone by beauty of everything,waterfall.( bleak beacon )- - - - - -
1. Write asemicly on a superball.2. Before the ink dries, throw it as hard as possible into a smallish box, so it can act as a stamp.3. Repeat as necessary.
hellyeah Chris!a damn good idea,thanx for layin' it on me.i see a bright futurefor you in the idea market:Chris PiumaConceptual Consultant_____________________= )i appreciate it man,you done gimme somebrainy balls to get bouncin'!salut!
How did you do this? I wondered.But then Chis there wrote - maybe it's a superball....or somekind of glassthing...hmm...beautifull!!!!!
hei Satu -- well, the secret is mylar bags (used for vinyl lp records, a lightbulb & pigmented glue.= )i am going to try the superball idea out though!thanx for the kind words.Mikepsych'delirium
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