Back from the cat sitting ( Read more... )

I am off cat sitting, wish me well.

Once there was a Corpse ( Read more... )

Once there was a Corpse.
And he dwelt underground.
He was lower than dirt!

People walked all over him.
Worms ate his brain.
His clothing was pitiful tatters.
Enemies slandered him mercilessly.
Someone even dug him up and robbed him.

He never really let it get to him.
"Pride is the first thing to die." He was content.

Once there was a Corpse ( Read more... )

Once there was a Corpse ( Read more... )

Once there was a world.
It was filled with many things.

Weather
Seasons
Minds
Times
Opinions

So much that came and went, so much that was new each day.
The whole of existence it would seem was in perpetual flux.

But there was also a Corpse.
And it was constant.
"The final change is to Die" it maintained.

There was a Corpse,
And his situation was pretty bleak.

Really, he was dead!
While there is life there is hope they say...
Cold comfort in the grave.

All around him, there were reminders of what he had lost,
And of his present predicament.
These problems seemed endless.

He didn't mind much.
"All conscious concerns eventually die" He already

There once was a Corpse ( Read more... )

Once there was a Corpse ( Read more... )