She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Babies are crazy

This be some crazy shit. If found myself drawn into this saga thoroughly. Good mental health break.

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1 comment:

Lane said...

adorable....you can't help but smile during the whole video

January 30, 2009 at 5:20 PM

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