a certain fruit fly is not slave, for whatever, while possibly interesting, unfortunately not necessary to know, reason, needs not abide by the rule of inertia. Or rather, abides only by it. This fruit fly, understand, is unstoppable. Every path it flies, it disrupts the matter in its way, nothing in the universe can resist its movement. Of course it would wreak havoc on the fruit on your counter, hold out no hope of having that clementine, that plum. But furthermore, think of park benches and church pews, you would look at the old wood and see the paths the worms took; those squiggly, turny roads. This fly's whole life would be this, through cars, and purses, and unlucky children's dirty hair. Buses speed through it, and the fly wipes out 30 people at once. A sleeping supply teacher, twitching her nose, loses it clean off her face. Some would say, "But how then, without resistance, could this fly even fly?" To which I can only say, "You want to find out? It'll be the last thing you see." [Buy]
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I'm in a new weekly comedy show at Theatre Ste. Catherine. 264 ste. catherine east, Fridays at 11PM, 5$. Anyone who says "Dan Beirne is a tasty dish" at the door this week gets a 2-for-1.
Posted by Dan at October 19, 2006 3:54 AMI can't download any of your songs. Somethings up with the servor they're on, I think. They look interesting though. ^---^
Posted by anashi at October 20, 2006 12:09 AMwhat a beautiful song. & entry. wonderful. it just builds into something so gentle and strong and hopeful (less) and I know it's something special. potential.
Posted by the other other sean at October 23, 2006 6:22 PMThis post, like so many others have done before it, makes me believe everything will be okay.
Maybe we could be pen pals.
Posted by Altman E. at October 24, 2006 9:16 AM