Wow... so much going on this weekend that I don't even have time to write about it all. In fact, no time to write much of anything at all as I look at the clock & see how late it is. Many irons in many fires! (Some a those fires aren't hot enough to suit me yet... but we'll just see what we can do about that ;-) I got a little spring in my step today, & I'm in the mood for some excitement! A little flair! A little 'pi-ZSHA'! A little chutzpah! Somebody surprize me, willya? Knock me offa my feet! Outta the ballpark! Outta my socks! Into.. well.. hey! how's about somebody make me a memory? One that'll make me smile in odd moments and strange places. Pretty please?
~~~Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once ;-)~~ Anon
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
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2025 10 03 - It's a Con, I tell you!
AGAIN a number of years have flown by, slick as a whistle. But it's Con time again, and that made me think of this. Here. Words here tha...
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I want to see you naked: without your hat, without wristbands, without the invisible protections you wall your soul with to survive. The res...
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Grief washes over me like waves on the ocean A salty mist dries on my cheeks And I hear cries like seagulls' resounding in my skull As t...
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It was erie this morning. Early morning mist obscured the trees in front of me as I sat at a stoplight. Brilliant ruby red, piercing in it...
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Hot iron, here...
Hmm.. don't flames have to be stoked to become/remain hot?
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