beetle suite; 03/30/05
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Highly personal and suspicious information about the author of this blog:
- frog and toads wild ride
- East Wenatchee, Washington, United States
- I am: fond of weird things, the smell of books, and licorice jelly beans. Mother to two impish boys, ages 6 and 8. Wife of an ornery man with a strange sense of humor and a good heart. Always interested in artmaking (collage, photography, painting, printmaking), writing, and a number of passing interests too numerous to list - I hope I get to live an extra long time because I'll need it.
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I can almost feel that fat cockroach, which you call a "beetle", crawling up onto my arm, scratching his way into my skin, burrowing like a burning earwig, waging insectoid chemical warfare against my existence, then rolling down to the floor, and, gathering his venom and velocity, heading for the shore of sham shackles.
Then I turn on my Spy Glass Blue CD and try to listen to it, try to hear music between the scenes, listening between the lions, reading between the lying lips of old religious leaders who can't find their wits anymore.
Then....
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