My mind, which once was a once was, is now not what I can think of.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
I've seen the future and it's not right now
Oh sweet future. Why must you tempt me with your promises of flying cars and helper monkeys? I am but a humble soul living in the present, thinking about the past, and longing for you dear future. Please promise me you will always be there. Also, who wins the Super Bowl next year? Just curious.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The broad stroke of boredom
The broad stroke of boredom has painted darkness over the windows to my soul. I can't see out. Is it raining? Is that what I hear? Or is it monkeys throwing what monkeys throw best?
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