rutabegabunny:
the camera-eye
rutabegabunny:
tiles & drain (& shoe)
rutabegabunny:
staircase
rutabegabunny:
long trunks
rutabegabunny:
riding with the ghosts
rutabegabunny:
it's an extremely old carpetbag
rutabegabunny:
the lake of shining waters
rutabegabunny:
mid-week, mid-victorian
rutabegabunny:
could you call me cordelia?
rutabegabunny:
not known, because not looked for
rutabegabunny:
picture rangling on the ranch
rutabegabunny:
keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether
rutabegabunny:
me and my shadow
rutabegabunny:
this brain of mine, it has a mind of its own
rutabegabunny:
metapolaroid
rutabegabunny:
you've got to see my bottle full of charm
rutabegabunny:
the real thing but you knew it all along
rutabegabunny:
expelled from the garden
rutabegabunny:
wires, distance, time, catfish
rutabegabunny:
this time of year
rutabegabunny:
what lonely librarians do on saturday nights
rutabegabunny:
is it hot in here?
rutabegabunny:
geographic desire
rutabegabunny:
distance is what you make of it
rutabegabunny:
say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
rutabegabunny:
an aesthetic outburst
rutabegabunny:
humming in my ear
rutabegabunny:
before you can count from 1 to 9
rutabegabunny:
up, up and away.
rutabegabunny:
kaddish
