A Little Over Excited

I hope you don't mind
what Ive done with
the place
here

When the humidity is low
something moves me
to decorate
for the Hallows!

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cool site:
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/09/hurricanes_as_seen_from_orbit.html

the subconscious lament

keep driving

through the desert.
keep driving.

Folding the Universe

i take a deep breath

inhaling all the spaces

between atomus

to bring your matter to me

so the sky can touch the sea

for you

bizarre

we're learning when to stop

Physics

she wrapped me
in her
four of four
forces
that bound me
to me
and me
me and to you
when we
touched
the spaces vacant
of information
lying between
all that is
She

yum

strange

on butterfly wings..

Doomsday

Check your calendar.
This year's doomsday is Friday.

4/4/08
6/6
8/8
10/10
12/12

5/9
9/5

7/11
11/7

Freaky.

easy come, easy go

it's no surprise that I say
i want more
deal again.
i think maybe

this time
lady luck will be more gentle

i'm late and i'm not ready

i know the night stays the same
it already knows what i'll win or lose
easily i cum
and easily i go


since i was 18 and beardless and when i remembered

that i'm still learning my lesson

kokeshi

Feeling Kinda Blue

Robbie

sloth, more than inactivity, can be understood as a kind of boredom of human existence. The ancients called it "accidia". The soul afflicted with this kind of sloth is fuled by hatred towards his neighbor, since it has deluded itself into believing that people are the cause of his problems, rather than looking inward.the source of the malady is not external, but internal. This vice "suggests to the soul that we sould go away from other people, since they are the cause of the agitation.""Hell is other people." It is a hatred of life itself. This leads to a sense of melancholy, a stiffling of all good work, since this person can't see the real root of the problem: himself. He withdraws from all human company, only to find that his hatred of life gets ever more intense, bringing on a greater sense of melancholy.

Umbrellas

brain swim

haiku for leo

a drizzle echoes
clearing the smog away
baptizing the fire

california rain
as the devil beats his wife
one million drops weep