Timeling of Yellow Math

Regardless the vanity, I am a weather-vane, my boredom and rain-sick mood yours too.

Jeebus, I almost changed my avatar this morning. I almost started the threatened blegrell rearrangement this past weekend, then reminded myself not to purge blegs from rells when in a rain-sick mood, reminded myself the unspoken truth of blegrells, that they are for nods at friends not linkage to friends. I've statistical as well as anecdotal proof few if any bink the rell. It's still up.

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• Smart stuff on Michael Jackson.
• Smart stuff on Michael Jackson.
• Smart stuff on Michael Jackson.
• Smart stuff on Michael Jackson. (Thanks R for the links.)
• Maybe, but none of the listed would cause the fuss.
• True too.
• Here's an avatar I've used before:

• Great American Bubble Machine.
• My future hell.
• Yawn.
• Yawn.
• Yawn.
• No, it was why pay so much for suck.
• That's quite a mouthful. (h/t)
• Here's an avatar I've used before:

• Marxist Hexameter.
• Hysterical Realism, DFW, and Wood.
• The most immature writer of her generation?
• Latest Percival Everett reviewed. I'll be honest, I read the first chapter and it read exactly like I expected it to, which isn't what I want to read. Perhaps the Operation:Shylock experience is exactly right.
• Here's an avatar I've used before:

• A boner in Brian Eno.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• As I type this fucking Death Cab for Cutie is on my radio. <!CLICK!> Now it's not.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.

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AN ODDNESS

Brenda Hillman

A scent        rather quietly        loves
the library.        Readers        look up:        a
life of paper        inside        the great
Life:        scent of greenly        ravished civilization -
dream of inspiration        freed.        When a
book is        lifted        from horizon's steel
that mystery        object    spreads        an oddness
each call number        a timeling        of
yellow math,        its curve        leftover from
epic.        The mind    has no    periphery
for meaning,        the several phoenician,    sailing
sideways        through vowels    of the dead.

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That this song was pathetically predictable for this post doesn't mean it's not in my head: