tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post9009513097331930752..comments2023-12-24T09:46:52.681-08:00Comments on Carnivale Selah: Patterns and Cyclescafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-49582373798186792582016-08-12T15:00:44.171-07:002016-08-12T15:00:44.171-07:00I built the rig, just to be able to see how the ci...I built the rig, just to be able to see how the city lights light up the distant horizon. I think. To measure the black waters inbetween with my index finger and thumb when I stretch my arm out and squint my eye. <br /><br />Pah, I don't know. There's just work to do, and I try to do it. All of the factories here are defunct. Else, they don't want me; a worker turned academic. We are probably dangerous. Joe Hills, the lot.Johanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05161078064702295911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-74635184579638200482016-08-12T06:03:42.958-07:002016-08-12T06:03:42.958-07:00You're a beast, my friend. Have you found oil...You're a beast, my friend. Have you found oil or are you just trying to build the rig?<br /><br />:)cafe selavyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-12008813023050003812016-08-11T13:04:31.214-07:002016-08-11T13:04:31.214-07:00Oh, the factories we limp around at. Or, of course...Oh, the factories we limp around at. Or, of course; I have no factory, but an oil rig. Or at least I am trying to build one - and a desolate one at that. I quite dig the isolation, but I don't really dig digging it. Or something.<br /><br />At least the bar man knows what I want.Johanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05161078064702295911noreply@blogger.com