could, but won't
...won't ramble on incessantly about how stressed/lethargic/nostalgic/gray I am. I won't even mention how on-the-fence/semi-isolated/disappointed/"wish"-ful (if you get my drift) everything has been since the last time I wrote. I won't list interrogations that I've made to myself about whether it is January or whether it is life. There'll be no dull, not-as-good-as, poetry being posted. And most importantly, I will not get into how disgusted I am with mankind right now.
I'm going to keep writing them, but I won't publish them. Instead I'm going to post pictures. Photo, paint or scribbled.
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ReplyDeleteCheer up Buddu-Cup (or I'll swallow you whole)..
ReplyDelete2008 will be ok: Only 279 days till we shave our Bush!
More ! Faster!
ReplyDeleteWe demand more posts, poems and poof tails!
(and what poe ems would those be)