I would like to know what the future holds. I'll only know when it's the past but at least I know the far future will end nicely by never ending if I make good decisions in the present. There is also a likelihood that making good choices in the present will bring happiness in the near future but I might have to be miserable tomorrow to be happy next week. Happier than I would be if I hadn't been miserable tomorrow because there is no happy without a sad. But I really would like to be happy. Joyful, you know? I have some guidebooks and a bunch of jungle experts to help me make joy a certainty for the late later. But what will come tomorrow? Life sure is a puzzlement.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Globular Protein
Bridle Birdie Brighten Burden Burble Big
Crate Vow Negligence Harmony.
Sanctimony of space in the mysterious burning blue.
Zygomatic Processing of the fax facts machine.
The Euthanasia.
The youth in Asia.
Excuse me madame, how long have you been waiting there?
Long enough, I was wondering where I might find the train station.
There isn't a train station for miles around.
Nowhere? Are you quite sure? You don't look like the sort of person who'd know...
I'm sure, but we could call you a taxi to get you to one. Johnny would be happy to take you.
That would be fine. Thank you...what's your name boy?
George Washington.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Shuffle
The rainbow buckle counted as an outreach program.
I'm so tired of dwindling. When will the respite come?
Happy choices for the happy chooser. There is no hope for the future, unless someone does the work. Typically, you're on your own. Other people can help, but more often they ruin your efforts without an ounce of appreciation. Ignorance is bliss. They come they eat they leave. It's a grasshopper world. Don't you DARE say sorry. I am well aware that you don't mean it. You don't even try to hide your falseness. It's obvious in your tone of voice and it's disgusting.
Be a giver. Help me obi wan kenobi. You're my only hope.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Ode to Pond
Showering intentions bombard the capital
How is one to escape the onslaught?
Press forward and hide in the fat man's belly
Water crushes and cleans
it bubbles paint and removes glue.
Never buy too many vases
They're empty.
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