"who are you?" asked the moth
"dancer on air, eater of cloth?"
"fly of dust, butterfly goth?"
"minute bat, or sand behemoth?"
"why chose?" she then quoth
"surely i'd be neither, if i can't be both"
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The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood Ever the wide world over. --- (c) Kipling (from just a Russian freediver :)
With further ado -because i never understood why you'd go without it. Seems to me life's mostly ado, so we might as well give it due place. Don't mind if ado. Also, i used to think of myself as two thirds water, one third crap, but i have recently adjusted that view to a more precise two thirds water, one third other shit. Which neatly ties in to photography. Or maybe it doesn't. Can't help photography, really, but it doesn't seem to mind, either. I swim, preferably underwater. Something to do with flying, probably. Writing scares me -which more and more seems a good reason to do it. Exactly 2 people have asked me what a phaticist is -so i changed it to phaticister. I love broccoli. And ginger.
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The white moth to the closing bine,
The bee to the opened clover,
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
---
(c) Kipling
(from just a Russian freediver :)
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