whoa....

01-19-00-B

Here's a little bonus entry for y'all, courtesy of Tylenol Flu!

I haven't been this stoned in months. Woo hoo. This stuff rocks.

Okay.

Shit.

I had a really really deep something-or-other that I was going to say right now. You know, the whole reason I opened up a new file and all this, but it's gone.

Okay, there's a really sucky thing going on now, in that I keep losing my train of thought, and when it comes back to me, I can't finish the sentence I was writing. So if any of my sentences just sort of, you know, end....

....you know why....

I wrote a mostly-nonsense acrostic poem with the magnetic poetry. (I just typed "potry." Pot. huh huh.) It's way too long to make any sense, but if I don't type it now, I'll toss it tomorrow. Probably sucks. Don't tell me if it does.

Hey, since I never get any journal mail and I'm always begging for it, maybe saying STOP SENDING ME MAIL will get me some mail? Just a little experiment. Someone remind me tomorrow.

Did I say something about poetry? Oh yeah:

turn to what was brilliant; it's
roared across a life song
it's wineless, cold
perfume dark and secret

this story feels strange

red drop whisper, soft star
is blowing shadowy snow, yet
planet like blooming gold

throw off these chilly
rain day sleeps.
is mud lovely come morning?

perfect porcelain child
perhaps must wander a time
if light will fall, for after
night poison steams
green marbled spring shall breath life.