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23 January 2009

Listy-Listy

Dusk is my favourite time of day.
Fresh made pretzels or bread is one of my favourite smells.
Mothballs are not.
I have no favourite precipitation.
Tiredness doesn't feel nice.
Food is satisfying.
Fashion is mystifying, interesting and expressive.
Clothes have significance.
Music changes me.
A pencil is a mediator between internal thought and physical expression.
Eyes are a strange and intriguing piece of us.
New Zealand likes to rock the party.
Hair smothers.
Paper rustles.
Humour has many dimensions.
Movies are trash, film is art.
Electricity is ridiculous.
Snoring is ridiculous.
Cats are oblivious.
Missing people is challenging.
Tiredness doesn't feel nice.
Nor does pain.

3 comments:

full_of_puppy_love said...

well well well callie
this poem is perhaps the most promising piece of writing you have ever produced. it shows sophistication and subtlety and its concise tone evokes a certain honesty and forthrightness that is seldom seen in someone your age. bravo
xo
your favourite sister

R.C. said...

i agree

Callie said...

oh, thank you
i hadn't realised anyone commented on this
but uh, yeah thank you. i was jsut sayin what was on my mind.