Note to Self:
Warts = Pain.
posted by Jess Curtis at 16.10.05
16.10.05
Some Folks I (Know)
- Esquire Within
- Julianna Goes to Boston
- Singing Me to Sleep
- Bryan At Large
- I Will Internet-Stalk for Good Words
- Starting from Home
- Neighborhood Tinker
- They Don't Come Any Smilier...
- Afrikaan Invasion
Some Things I Do, Some Places I Go
- International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda
- BC Law
- Sanctuary
- City Life Church
- Git 'Er Done
- Bored? Make Something Happen.
- Club Passim
- Morning Becomes Eclectic
- Checking on the Man
- Crazy Liberals!
- There Can Be Only One
Previous Posts
- Consies, Why You Gotta Be Hatin'?
- Gone Till November: To the Men in My Life
- I Can Make You Start to Smile
- Illuminate.
- Miscellany
- Bones to Pick, Seats to Wipe, Color Me Beautiful, ...
- Confucius Say:
- Cool breeze, open heart, held hand.
- Completely Self-Referential Post in 10...9...8...
- Gifted.
About Me
- Name: Jess Curtis
- Location: Brookline, MA, United States
I will meet you, raise you twenty, two sides grounded by a widespread Sea. Cross-Atlantic, snap your fingers, keeping time and steady aim; I can see you from my city, and I'll see you while the angles still remain. Only the base is changing; only that line is stretching. I can walk it. I can trace it. All winter long my song will stay the same.
1 Comments:
this falls under the category of things you might not want to put on the internet, peanut.
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