Actually got up long enough to drive to Beavercreek AAA to get employee discount tickets to Newport Aquarium for Ruth. Guess who doesn't have any? Better yet guess what main office doesn't have them either? Told Ruth to show her card and request discount and see what happens. From there proceeded to Waldenbooks to spend Dan's gift card to me on Bernard Cornwell's latest Sharpe novel, 'Sharpe's Fury'. Half way thru already and it's one of his better ones. Got back ...
Today I did nothing at all except for eat, sleep, play games and watch TV. I enjoyed my first turkey sandwich of the year, with a bit of salt and pickled onions and we cracked open the chocolate log with cream. What I love about Christmas holidays is that you can lose all sense of time. If it weren't for the fact that my watch tells me the day and date I wouldn't have a clue what day it was . Well, not chocolate update today I'm afraid, though mum and I have started on ...
Even the eyes transcend a momentary cause… a haze, as if the vast boundlessness of fields were her. (It would seem so) The way the bedclothes slid away and left her body bare, a peach-touched texture, nonspecific, gaining softer against the soft lit air, or how the greenery and sky uplifts her hair, caressing softly there and there. She, like an Atmosphere of Land in part, ...
Where from did all our distortions form but from sediment of light that heavens could not quantify a place with places qualified be controlled. So dripping down, this light, the scene thats showing from it's washed out leaf fringes, to the concrete columns edged and etched, then smeared that way- and loss with depth - we try and we retrace our way up.
(I wrote this while in a joking manner.) History plays the minor role in poems, as do the page and words on the page are not the same. If than, then I sit and pick my nose to know that words did not matter so; but let my thoughts run wild with the naked man that doesn't need clothes for support.
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