not almost as planned

wandering
and ol' poke's home
folks are roming the halls waiting for footfalls and bedstalls

no deletes are invested in tested methods of bested forethought

tonight a tiny "progress" was made - tying tighter those strings that hang off past things, singing songs of whatthen, whatnow, who's where, and she's there? Engaged? unraged really, and sweetly forgotten, it's long since that went rotten, no child begotten, no distance spotted, no mister potted, no mottled blister blocking this door, leave it open, I'll prolly come back for some more, I know I haven't had enough yet, no stuffed pet, me, no cuffed get, no tough threat, puffed muff, future rebuffed bet,

but, yeah, we're all boring all snoring and such; trying to keep awake on eachothers poring for data and dust and touch

linking is clutch, and thinking is must,
oh and i met a socialist or some such

Oh MY!! What have you been up to? No time now, gotta run, just notepadding my blogroll because there is a regime change about to take place and I don't want to lose anybody in the shuffle, but
DAMN! This was some good shit!

You got all of this out of your navel? Holy cow! That must be some lint trap.

-- Kate S. (November 28, 2004 4:28 PM)