Monday, March 7, 2011

Where is the King of Ireland? The sidewalks heave upward to the sky during Rumplestiltskin. Ears explode. While I look between the lines of yellow and white I see the butterfly. It flies. Doorknobs. Corners of squares are made of circles. Corners of circles don't exist, therefore they see. Tim becomes the chicken and flies 18 miles to the nearest telephone pole. Circling the pole Tim asks, "Why am I flying in squares?" Tim questions whether he is the chicken. I love birds.
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  1. fourkidsmomMarch 7, 2011 at 9:00 AM

    I will not be alarmed unless I begin to understand your writings.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 7, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    Is the chicken Tim?

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  3. UnknownMarch 7, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    This is amazing. The 18 mile trip completes the circle. I'm thinking Tim is looking for his biological father.

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