Friday, July 13, 2007
Goodyear. Goodwrench.
We were out front discussing the local excavations when we heard whrr whrr whrr.
Sounds like the Goodyear blimp, his nibs said.
Goodyear blimp it was.
Whrr whrr whrr.
Labels: photographs, San Francisco
posted by Sal Towse at 10:22 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
