We were better off as animals, right?

"Ch-ch-ch-changes..." was so appropriate.

There: a "life" (not 'life' via bio processes) to excuse myself from and a fire long-neglected beckoning for the burn. But anticipatory, thumping breast-plate-beats of a long waltz away and the quivering anxiety: a trans-substantiation of the grade: eager to know the variables; to arrive at the solutions: to be found, and not to be sought.

Mornin, yall

I am haunted by that borrowed house in the comfy part of town with oak shade and warbled drive-ways: crumbling blankets for grumbling roots. Bare feet on wooded floors, a night about the town still chopping at my head. Appliances, ceramic plumbing fixtures, drapes, Japanese cutlery: Tiny attempts at circumventing life's bureaucracies. The light of a day off laying blame to all of this that always never was mine. At all times alone together, yet smiling.

DTs and Coffee Help to Start the Day

I've always been fond of that little bond bred between those forced into a place or job; imagine a wind-challenged cigarette shared on a sidewalk. Though it's sad to feel trapped, commiseration is a tiny relief; the frieze above the day's door