wama

17.04.08

they have an argument. a dog that is a griffin and a blob that is neither human nor animal more like a big rock. not a mountain, a big rock. and between their piercing words there is a gap like a ravine with water trickling thru it. when the blob speaks her words are tiny miniture people, acrobats and clowns -- the circus has come to town - these are her words: a beautiful girl on a trapeze, a strongman clutching the edge of the cliff with one hand and one foot he leans out and in his other hand he holds another beautiful girl with hair flowing and she begins her routine balanced on a slab of wood teetering on a round round ball -- we wait for her to do handstands and back bends. the dog barks back airplanes and spitballs. this is hardly a fair fight.

below the crowds watch in wonder.

posted by la kara @ 01:52