Do matchsticks have souls? How about spice racks, beans (animus/esprit/pneuma/ruach) or flying machines? These are questions for Muppet wranglers and all other purveyors of semi-animate flesh.
Slowly it becomes clear that sprouting pricks out tattoos of fascination. All is brief pain (winds of discontent?) and blurred ink.
I apologize. If I am cryptic it is only because I cannot satisfactorily understand these things myself.
Perhaps you would care to take a stab?
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Furtively poetical. Consumed with everything.
3 comments:
well flying machines...duh. Our lady can be jealous, rambunctious, or mellifluous on any given day.
-S to the B
I have no idea what you're talking about you crazy insane vampire lady.
I wasn't necessarily thinking of you, SB, darling, but I should have been. : )
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