Wednesday, May 24, 2006

a day...

Play jars, stutter-rhythm, worn dancing, noon-day, a chortle.

1 Comments:

Blogger Kyle Stich said...

I repeated this line over and over, wondering why it was so appealing. Then I realized why. It makes my mouth move in ways that feel like I'm speaking French, movement from the back of my tongue to the tip of my outstretched lips on that last word, "chortle."

9:18 AM  

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