mint condition optimist, though mint is definitely an overstatement.
willing to lie for anything because that's my duty to the world. because the world if full of nothing but liars and i don't like standing out. i would say i was a conformist if it didn't have such a nice ring to it.
unable to scratch certain parts of my back unaided. but i'm resourceful.
unable to associate my existence with any divine doing or undivine mumbo jumbo, though once i had tears in my eyes when i saw a flamingo sleeping while standing on one leg.
willing and able to lift things at the request of my superiors. unwilling to lift my superiors.
you'd be hard pressed to find someone with toes the shape of mine. that's a plus, though i'd bet for the ones it mattered it would be a minus.
does anyone want a truck?
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How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
about me
Just sitting here, wandering around. Peeking out from time to time. Wondering what's on the other side of the hill.
Me and my dog. Me and my running shoes.
I'll drink the drink and eat the food and rub my hands in the dirt. I'll do handstands in the snow. Laughing and dancing with a straight face.
Me and my dog. Me and my running shoes.
I'll drink the drink and eat the food and rub my hands in the dirt. I'll do handstands in the snow. Laughing and dancing with a straight face.
about wording why
Wording Why is a word workstation of sorts, a space to create vivid snapshots, to tinker with sentences and sounds and pacing, to take things I've experienced (big or small, real or imagined) and paint them into something new.
In the beginning, elements of truth outweighed fiction, but that trend has reversed over the years. Although many posts still contain elements of truth, this should not be confused with a journal or personal nonfiction.
Images as words.
In the beginning, elements of truth outweighed fiction, but that trend has reversed over the years. Although many posts still contain elements of truth, this should not be confused with a journal or personal nonfiction.
Images as words.
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley