Wednesday, September 26, 2007

True . .

. . and False.
Whilst true that many lifelong habits - both those with which I'm good and those I'm still to kickin' - do hold prominence in my daily being, it is even more accurate to say that those habits from the first half have been built up or whittled away to form the background on the canvass which is the evolving critter that be me.

So, I totally get where dude was coming from. I just ain't locked down with it, eh.

By the way, clickin' the pic takes you to the same place that it does when clicking on it from the iGoogle home page. If you don't use it yourself, it's just one of dozens of distractors you can add to your own.


Saturday, September 22, 2007

Son of Sam Cooke

I think I need this
Saturday night head clearing
Time to get some sleep

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Saturday sans Sun

But it's only 6:30 in the AM, so that'll change soon enough.


less absent than common sense
apocrypha on the lips
tips of tongues and spewing
regularly imbuing small lives
with larger self impressions

holding court in absentia
delayed gratification becomes anathema
when what one wants
is only never to be thought the other
apocrypha lends credence to one's claims

echoing elements of others' tallest tales
longing (though of course not showing it)
for the admiration of one's own
an acknowledgment that one is all alone
and still steadfast denial, rebuttal of the same

in subtle ironies missed too often
still plays, whole scenes, brief captions
formulating plans for local domination
of the world which is not everything
except for all that matters anyhow

apocrypha elucidates the simplest
clearest sign of life, la joie de vive
too powerful to bear aught but a wink
a nod
a shrug of the shoulders as the moment passes
esoteric and surreal but

all too common in our own and only world

Have a beauty day, eh.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Porn Bush

Well, it sure don't grow on trees.


By the way, if you click on the pic, it'll take you to the explanation via der Spiegel.