Sunday, August 07, 2011

Tore down a shed, pounding out nails with a sledgehammer, prying at shingles and tar with crowbars, slapping away displaced hornets, bouncing a dull ax against stubborn two by fours that set me vibrating. Then we went to cowboys and aliens. The cool darkness, the tumble of ice cubes, the crack and boom of cinematic thunder in the pixelated glow of reassuring darkness distracted me from the stiffness and soreness. Tomorrow is Monday, but it isn't Monday yet. Back to the dark now for the night show in my head.

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