Why is it that the people I don’t like find it necessary to carry on conversations with me ?
I promise to never ever, ever, ever complain about being cold again. I rode back from lunch with a co-worker who’s air conditioner doesn’t work worth a crap. I swear it was hotter in the car than it was outside.
The best part? I told some guys that I’d meet them after work to ride bicycles. Hey, I never said I was smart…just funny.
The dogs have a new home! Thanks to the fine folks at MuNu, I shall now be known as 3leggeddog.mu.nu. Well, I will be once I figure out what the heck I’m doing…
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.
Outdoors the chill, the void, the siren. Indoors
The strong man pained to find his red blood cools,
While the blind clock grows louder, faster. Outdoors
The silent moon, the garrulous tides she rules.
Indoors ancestral curse-cum-blessing. Outdoors
The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep.
Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross
Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep.