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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Art of Many Teachers

Someone is magnetic their best idea right now. Write a book you comedian hero. It was a black top basketball game at midnight when you told me Jordan was at home practicing his left hand lay up. In the myth the man never slept. Dunked the moon took off from the free throw line showing mad flight control. I know you stayed up late adding serifs to your handwriting like crossover handling speed dribble between the cones when you first heard basketball was poetry in motion. After that night you generaled the offense like you troubleshot Shakespeare's letterpress in secrecy for life support. Did you. Teach him. About the Pony Express? The Broadway night that phantom street... See the thing is, you are a full court press. Elegant cursive. A prayer rotating backwards in the air it was seemingly so. There is art I have found inside of this game. And I am as certain as innovation I am not alone.




Picture from sneakernews.com

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