Tuesday, May 08, 2012


Over in the corner was a game of high-stakes nihilism going
on.  The winner would go home with the most beautiful nihilist.
                                                                        —Linda Norton

I love this city, I should go out
and find something in it.  Looks
rainy.  Thus I became a pain
(Norton again).

The black crow is nothing but a white swan on a flying trapeze.
                                                                  —Frank Kuentsler

I picked up a few books to try to read, see if I can find interest.
The poetry here...blows?