get thee behind me, satan

i've got two or three things i could get done in the next 4.7 minutes ... instead ~

53x23 @ 120 rpm = heaven

gliding, grooving, railed and perfectly tempered heaven.



And, as i passed,
spinning a gay biscuit,
the young man stopped his digging
of the tree
same planted
exactly
27.4 feet a la izquierda.

His calm, interested face -
communicating knowledge of the accidents of our births.

... i signaled, understood, and committed myself to not wasting one more second.



why not.
~