Or:
A right day hands help,
able the whitest erasable self to be a title.
Theta blue whim rev lover, a stormy
lyceum grit elapse me asleep, slur our ebb.
A broad bye hunts
babel cards.
Or:
A right day hands help,
able the whitest erasable self to be a title.
Theta blue whim rev lover, a stormy
lyceum grit elapse me asleep, slur our ebb.
A broad bye hunts
babel cards.
“erasable self”
I like it.
Insomnia? At least sleeplessness will be a bit more exciting when you are living in Vancouver. Still, it is a city that goes to sleep. Even Toronto is.* I think Montreal is Canada’s only sleepless city. I wish there were more.
* Except: Fran’s Diner, which is 24 hours… and the people there are just what you’d expect. Lonely young pudgy guys, old intellectuals, giggly students and the odd person on their way home from partying (still in suit and salsa dress). Maciek and I went around 1am a few weeks ago. Good milkshakes.
ALSO: I recommend: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=172
Or maybe it isn’t about insomnia at all, but I still wanted to share my desire for sleepless cities.
Hee. Suzie I love you.
It’s about nothing, to be honest. The whole thing is made up of anagrams and I just put the lines in the order I hoped made the most sense.
But, insomnia is interesting, so let’s not be honest!