i've been blogging on myspace. yeah. and here. a verse from a Decemberists song with an amazingly creative use of fontanelle. Damn.
My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star bright and tongue-tied I took her in
We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready when we fell in
The sound of the keening bell
To see its pain erect
Soft as fontanelle
The feathers and the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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