tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281777598694219803.post5225259412016300883..comments2011-11-27T01:58:21.872-08:00root crown artshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13479740124817603152noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281777598694219803.post-17198641825705976842011-11-27T01:58:21.872-08:002011-11-27T01:58:21.872-08:00The two doors;<br />escapes/entrances/light<br />openings and blockades<br />loveliest to me<br />thanks, tim.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281777598694219803.post-62894834871166873452011-11-17T17:06:14.238-08:002011-11-17T17:06:14.238-08:00he does come in colors. he&#39;s a rainbow. there&#39;s a rainbow. i like washed out traffic lights. i watch out at traffic lights. i traffic in lights. light traffic on the 405 eastbound this morning but some congestion developing in the arteries. artilleries. artie liesk.Flecton Big Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832642258492812954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281777598694219803.post-11015441595473274992011-11-15T15:15:02.855-08:002011-11-15T15:15:02.855-08:00you come in colors. i once rode a bicycle over a mountain pass and coasted down the other side until i approached an isolated house that looked as if it had been scribbled on the landscape. i knocked on the door and was greeted by max ernst. it was his house. he invited me in. he was a delightful host. this was a dream, from many years ago, but it sticks with me. i&#39;m pretty sure you&#39;ve been to max ernst&#39;s house, too.tom cawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17220876637870195180noreply@blogger.com