Oh my… Dear me oh my I love that.
I believe that the people who don’t get the hyperbole and goodness of the above statement are living life WAY too seriously.
Wine…. no.. sorry to
drunken hippy I am. I posted this on a thread of someone asking
advice on being 30… and being bummed about it. This is funny… as this is something I wrote when I turned 30. Nice how things change,
With an illuminated dart from this serpentine driveway, the evening got less confusing. That isnâ€™t always a good thing. Foolhardy swerving, leaving three new, very different friends to piecemeal the
I have a curious smell starting to emanate from me, not so bad as new. I am considering a margarita after waking up at quarter to twoâ€¦ with no sweet and sour. I am finding the handle attached to the
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1) I dunno if this even warrants a blog post, because this is, yet again, speculation. But I will say a couple things
2) I had mentioned this at some point recently, and I am
Shut the door
things find you.
We have never been too passionate
Some thought it perfect
(So did I for a time)
And I write this for no one else but me… [Ed Note: and
I’m sort of waiting
(that is why I write)
Not because I wasn’t
I was, but a bit later.
Now I wait for inspiration to hit me
Well… sort of inspiration.
I miss writing.Â
to enjoy the door open wide
(shut it now)
a Spiral – some confusion
atrophy – is that right?
confusion wrangled on top of it all;
this sadness – blindness
Hmmm… just a tease. I promise to proffer forth something of an edifying nature.
But… thanks Ed. You edify me as well.
This posting is here as of 23rd November 2005… because I am