Notes, and poetry.

[cat_on_coals]

So, everyone in the house is sick, today is Ray's birthday, World of Warcraft has devoured my soul, and I hate my job.

Huzzah.

I have decided I am going to make another little writing journal for Phaelan. ( Some day, I'll update Mara's. )
 Now, however, I am going to assault you with a poem I wrote some time ago, at work:

Were I a lesser

Comments

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[bob_carp_god]

Its good to get some notfication of life. It seems our scheduals don't match up to get time to talk to one another.

Lots of juice and sleep for the sick people!

Your poem has a very strong Emily Dickenson feel. I love your word imagry as always.

<3 Another time Kiki!
-carp out