(Led Zeppelin III is a boon on a foggy morning in late December)

(telephone poles string by greyly at the roadside)

(This is going to be a tough winter for ice fishing if we don't get a cold snap,
a long one,
and fast)

essential behavior:

to keep one's own counsel
to dismiss all
of one's
inessential

past

 

to not regret

(discipline
of any kind
can

suffice)

a covert mind in profound isolation

how was it

 

it was sub-human

unrequited rage

explosively decompressive

nihilism, a staged

plague, fancy ketchup

chasing unto deathcamps,

and me a lone fry

 

so that was your drive into work, hey.

you crazy mofo you needz the medz

 

nah jearst a gin-and-tonic please

 

how did it go

 

it fell off precipitously

red dreams in a black

 

land,

 

gray dreams

 

in a green

TODAY'S THOUGHTS

1. feel like dog crap, lightly warmed in microwave. feel like man pressing cook button.

zen

2. sleet and freezing piss....sleet and freezing piss

3. big huge box truck bombing along behind me in the bad weather a few feet from my rear bumper, why is your driver such a tool?

4. why did I just eat that candy bar (miniature as it may've been)

5. damn you, Internet. god. damn. you

 

6. give this blog over to foolishness. ok i will