Something in that Morse code tap: you look as if asleep, but the code is a system of short, broken sounds with hushed corners at smooth intervals, a dashed pillow for the head, with tight, punctuated stitches; your face stretched back as if propelled downhill by a bike with ready breaks: that's how you look when you sleep, someone moving in. Your face pulling into it: .. .- -- ... --- - .. .-. . -.. .-.-.-
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man is this fucked or what?!
Posted by: m at November 24, 2006 5:03 AMI think you should write anything you don't submit in morse code. That way when you die, they'll find this huge cache of morse code in trunks in your basement, and they'll sell your unpublished novels "as translated from the morse code, post mortem".
The dead you will make a killing in literary heaven.
Posted by: Xavier at November 24, 2006 12:29 PMit's pretty much fucked outta the ballpark, yea.
Posted by: caroline at November 24, 2006 1:34 PMx,
that would be so much work for something i don't even publish!
oye!
xo
Posted by: caroline at November 24, 2006 1:34 PMNew look hard on eyes stop brain hurts adjusting to change full stop.
Posted by: Edmorus at November 24, 2006 8:13 PMWhen are you coming to town? Email me for gawd's sake, and we'll do a photo shoot (even with a rash, I'm gorgeous!)
Posted by: Edmorus at November 24, 2006 8:13 PMI still have no idea as to when i am coming to Calgary. i will, however, email you the moment i know. oh, we will have many a fun photo time. prepare yourself.
Posted by: caroline at November 25, 2006 1:35 PM