I was made- conceived of, first sparkled - at ballymiscaw. and then the sparkle took a ferry to dundee and sparked with another, and then it was in glynn that glynne sparkled too.
years, and years, an mba and a phd, and saint anthony created a space for that initial sparkle to catch fire. that was me, in the summer of '83.
there are so many I love. komm, and meine freude, and joy of desire...for him all was jesu. for me, too. but kentish town and holocene (even with their drunks and hells and fucks) is jesu to me. how can I make them see?
stop whispering, start shouting.
it always starts at the moss
- December 08, 2011
- EmilyApple
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