'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
You've potted yourself? A well-urned rest?
That you have thumbnails?That the moving finger having writ has now moved on?That the self is now under your thumb? (in which case, wow. Congratulations.)//Also, "urnal" looked like "urinal" and for a second I thought you were *rising* up to my level of humor.
did you just get a taste of yourself (or your cuticles)? @km, urnal is urinal with that missing "I". maybe there is something there...
BM: As the cliche goes, there is no "i" in urne.
KM: depth. also, you-are-in-all is such an advaita concept. :)
BM: Shame on you for, uh, taking the piss out of Advaita :) //Space Bar: sorry if the place is simply reeking of classy humor.
dudes! :D will put more self-portraits. i love bringing out this kind of worst in people.
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