Monday, March 31, 2014

Would've been nice to know when we were young that things were more permanent than we thought.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Shame that a human's voice clears at about the same time their head clouds.

I've a small black ipod that's been on random for ten years
and still works; paid 65 pounds, that's good value for money
I've a big white ipod that's been in a drawer for 20 years;
I maintain hope that one day I'll meet one who can get at it.

I generally think of my grandfather while enjoying my shave
I wrote a poem about it; the swishing about, the sound of the blade
But recently I think of a younger man who, due to upbringing and nature
Classifies as a Public Threat...(grandpa was one too in a nice way)

And though it's important to recognize the potential in the predator
The poor soul slices himself up terribly while shaving
Even with his newfangled razor, the dexterity just isn't there.
And watchfulness of a threat swaps shift with empathy toward a victim.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Even the prospect of food temporarily satiates hunger.
Hope is a physiological trigger.

Taking photos is a shameful way to be involved.*

*note to self - say this in 100 different ways

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I have come to realize that there is nobody I do not like; that there is only those who scare me.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

On Horses, Pigs and Chimps

At times it seems that the closest human relative is the Lamprey.