I have word clusters to give you.

I have word clusters to give you -
Strung up and hanging.
Prayers or something like them,
Falling from the flowering branches
Ripened to fruit
and left
Just a skin
emptied out by bees.

zinnias, and the throw away society

The summer Saturday Division street market closes at 1 post meridian and at about approaching this hour some of the produce is greatly reduced - the Zinnias after spending the morning in the hot sun are one dollar a bunch and I buy 7 , take them home and spend an hour sorting them, trimming them and arranging them - throwing out the pile of leaves, spent flowers, rubberbands, and cellophane. The flowers are happy. I begin a still life. After 2 days they are wilted and by the third nitrogen smells abound.

Julian Assange the Truth

For 2 years as a boy Mr Assange had free range anywhere he wanted to go on the internet - - He went into the dragons cave when they were sleeping and pissed in the corner ! Most likely in those 2 years he learned everything he needed - now - How does he put together truth, where does he fix his sidereal clock.

- Start out doing the possible and before you know it *** the impossible; is a promise I make to my self when I see no end insight and difficulties insurmountable - - even the most basic needs would be nice -

...so with the world... Order and beauty are pleasing to the universe - every gesture - each branch and fruit as it goes towards light creates a pattern of endless charm an intricate web of order in the highest.

Mr Assange waits - he has planted a seed. When you have truth you have magic

inexplicable.