I am in here.
The way the clock is always in the same position when you wake however long you’ve slept. The way your head is positioned: you can only see the clock and a window which is also a clock orange and yellow for day and then closed off by the black. Technorati Tags: poetry, poem
Replacing “far away” and “are we there yet?” and “where am I?” — Replacing long-ago questions with statements more rounded, less severe in meaning and intent. “How much further?” turns into “No closer than you’d thought.” And the wind from the west — where the weather comes from — tugging at your ear with final … Continue reading [how close?]
Via Textfiles… The Warning Signs Of InSaNiTy ————————————— 1. Your friends tell you that you have been acting strange lately, and then you hit them several times with a sledgehammer. 2. Everyone you meet appears to have tentacles growing out of places that you wouldn’t expect tentacles to be growing from. 3. You start out … Continue reading You know you're crazy when…
What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature Nerd Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this … Continue reading requisite silliness, which hasn't appeared here in way too long
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