What The Thunder Said

Thursday, August 9, 2007

83 Steps

More than I would've thought.

Monday, August 6, 2007

At Least Until You Pass Out

Crickets escaping
Vibrations under my hands
Zen of Push Mowing

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Revelation #2

Optimists are stupid.

Hope Springs? Or Naivete?

Earlier today I realized something shocking, completely mystifying, and a little bit scary. Where I thought there was only a bitter, jaded cynic, I, apparently, have been hiding an optimist. It may not seem like much but I'm not sure how she got there or how long she's been keeping quiet. And, I have no idea what to do with this revelation...

And I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time

Two-Thirty and sleep is still that ever elusive dream I'm constantly chasing. Two-Thirty and even Alaska isn't awake. Two-Thirty is a time for forgetting directions and embracing vanilla vodka. My restless mind and fidgeting legs want to run but the darkness outside is too deep. Grrrr...I hate this.