Mere Cents, Indebted Hearts Nom de Plume
Missed Connections in Austin
Cents make no sense. But they say debt exists.
And, or, is, was, has been/never nearly been fulfilled.
then you fill me, like today, assisting my leave
And spinning debt into gold
And doubt into adhesive for trust
Many times over, the crossings occurred
And the aspects lie together again
Turning the piss to wine
while the only thing that doesn’t make sense to me
Is how on earth that you can’t see.
All things plain can thrive and be
Ye of faith as a mustard seed
Oh Thomas you’re so Rich
I know what this is.
You have made me alive again.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection in Portland, OR: Framing
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
There’s something very rich and mysterious about this cryptic missed connection from Austin. Typically, I try to puzzle out what the person might be writing about, but this time I decided to enjoy it on face-value alone. Stumbling upon kanelstrand‘s work on Flickr was a lucky turn, and it was difficult to pick one image – if you find the style of “the cloud catcher” intriguing, you’ll enjoy their other pieces.