today, the day disturbs me, and won't bother to speak in hushed tones despite my stillness...
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
Waiting for inspiration to strike With lightning as the Archetype And this... This is my flaw Yes, this is the primeval turnpike I hasten to chase east winds, and ripe The pith... Such is the dawn This childish heart... seasons are the dike Patience like a typhoon and stipe And I... Not yet a shaw... Continue Reading →