I have Han Solo's Pocket Calcutron.

Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of Time.
Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change
the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

So, Neal Shine's funeral was today ( Read more... )

I just found out that Neal Shine(my great uncle, or some relation like that) died.

This is a sad day...

I was looking back the other day at how much I've changed over the years, and how in some ways, I haven't changed at all.

I do things now that I swore I'd never do.
I don't do things anymore that I swore I'd do forever.

And some things I never thought I'd do, I will do.

It all seems so odd.

But in a good way.

I suppose things are looking up

Today I was on I-75 heading up to Clarkston to talk to some Japanese exchange students at Clarkston high school when I hit a patch of black ice. It didn't help that it was slushy and shit weather anyways ( Read more... )

Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die

Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun

Tell me about the days ( Read more... )

I have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind.

And so it begins...