Thursday, January 31, 2008

Rest


This month has been a party which continuing will should. Language which arrived intact se ha desbaratado. Me cuestiono en el camino. A ver que se da. Nothing is to be had. Or won. Dust envelops these dying bodies. Demonstrative machinations. Si me muero, que los colores salven el polvo del basurero.

3 comments:

gracerollins said...

i really liked the photos and words.

John Pluecker said...

thanks. i think i'm gonna keep doing it. but not on such a tight schedule probly.

MaGreen said...

beautiful, jp