By Tom Waits
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Notes for Toothpaste
The drab unity of earth and sky.
The ceaseless beating of the earth against the sky and the listless repose of the sky to the earth.
The terror of the words.
The calm mind, when standing upright and one's eyes are level and in fact even with the noticeable horizon.
The ocean's concern for the interior of the sun's core.
The sheep driving on the highway.
The night. Always the night.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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