Free internet in my living room right now! woot woot.
So, i will take this chance to act quickly and directly. i just finished Tom Robbins"Fierce Invalids Home from Hot climates". And shall i re-iterate that i love love love tom robbins. me makes me laugh and cry, smile and gasp.I just cant get over him. Hes got me. he gets me. He gettin' MEs. ( had to complete the series) anywho. I will share..... heh.hemmmm
how could anything as commonplace- and in their pink, fatty, babyish way, dumb- as human lips produce such mysterious pleasure? Their kiss was like a paper airplane landing on the moon.
this guy, is just too damn vivid. crystal clear and opaque as whole milk , not in tandem, but at the same time simultaneously, the same words and same meanings spanning millenia.
Now and again, one could detect in a childless woman of a certain age the various characteristics of all the children she had never issued. Her body was haunted by the ghosts of souls who hadn't lived yet.Premature ghosts, half-ghosts. Y's without X's... Like tiny ectoplasmic gophers they hunkered in her tear ducts. They shone through her sighs.- yet they no more bore her resentment than a seed resents the uneaten fruit... like a phosphorescence, like sighs on a string, they would follow her into eternity.
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