Monkey Parlor

… where the monkey ponders about bananas and world domination …


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For some reason, I always hear pin drops.  In a crowd or all by myself.  In harmony or in discord.  I can always hear them.  Every single one of them.  Every drop sends a radical ripple through the body.  They are looking for a resonance, a singularity if you may.  I don’t think they’ve found it yet.  Because I’m still glad, still happy?


Written by divi

04/11/2005 at 2:14 am

Posted in Chaos, General

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