I miss my dog.
I miss walking my dog.
I miss playing with my dog.
I miss cuddling with my dog.
I miss my dog.

p.s. if you're reading this dog, I still haven't
forgiven you for eating two of my sandwiches consecutively.

My hands feel like "needles in the haystack."
My legs feel hollow and my knees come to points.
I hope that I feel this way forever?
I'm miserable right now.

Most unresponsive is a foot
stuck in the mud.
A flat tire dragged behind
in this heat mirage.
The body falls, you hear
a satisfying thud,
and to think that
all you wanted was
a body massage.

Hollow be thy name.

"We'll talk ourselves in circles ( Read more... )

I feel reluctant at this point to take a stand ( Read more... )

A good time cannot be beaten
Not with a belt, nor a stick.

Home again
Home again
Lickety-split.

"He went Down, Down, Down,
And the Devil called him by name."
-Tom Waits

things are gonna get interesting in a couple days.