Thursday, June 3, 2010

possibly a ridiculous thought, one so devoid of any real significance that it makes me feel fizzy

is there anything better than writing with a grey lead pencil sharpened to its prime?

i don't think so.

writing with a pencil, all pointy and tippy is enough. i would write all day.

it glides and grazes the page, effortlessly curving the ups and downs of letters and lines. i long to listen to that little scratch symphony...secret echoes, line by line as the lead wears away leaving words in its wake. whether pressure slight or strong, each quiver and quake that grey lead makes, is enough.

i would write all day.

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