Phonetic sculpture is SO ahead of it's time.

[jackshoegazer]

di·lem·ma
n. A situation that requires a choice between options that are or seem equal or mutually exclusive.

I was going to make a post about dilemmas in general and hint vaguely about the ones I'm tossing around, but I'm not going to now.

Instead I will make a brief preambling rambling statement concerning the golden pot of truck stop coffee I drank tonight with delectable dairy creamer and gritty grains of refined cane sugar, the various variety of salacious social gossip I was privy to discussing, the truer than true friends I've readily reconnected with since moving back to my reluctant hometown, the especially exciting and amply anticipated arrival of a certain special someone, the ostentatious beginning of sizzling summer and it's happily healthy, cleansing sweat and swarms of insects and stars, the immanent editing and prescient publishing of my genre-busting novel, of heartfelt connections transcending silky space, turbulent time, and dichotomous dilemmas, of incalculable cosmic dances, fantastic photon dreams and simple synchronicities galore.

Not so brief, eh?

*GRIN*

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Not really. See, Keanu knows kung fu.

Romy & Michelle think phonetic sculpture is SO ahead of it's time.

I had a stage in my poetry that I would call phonetic sculpture. It was much more about how the words and phrases sounded together rather than what it meant.

Like a movie with great special effects but no plot.

Oh, so we're back to Keanu.

Damn cyclic logic!