Inventory of the day.

[verily_poetic]

Grits for breakfast. Cheap, bitter tea after that. One new poem written.

Axe handles and splinters for lunch.

West Seattle for dinner.

Tell me all about your day.

Comments

[daryl_zero]

oh man, kids, it was rough.
work called and despite my constantly afirming that I did not want the job they promoted me.

I'll give them vice-president CEO.

Dangled from a rope with roses in my teeth. Loved it.
Except for pokies. Those hurt a bit.

Um, let's see. There was the bit, little altercation, with my mother. Turns out zombies are real and I had to sort of.. pistol whip her to death. Err, undeath. Whatever.

[verily_poetic]

Congrats on the new promotion.

Remember...

she wasn't really your mother anymore. Don't feel bad.