Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Your Life Remains Yours

A poem from Oblivio.

5 comments:

brendan said...

hey, it's the oatmeal guy!

brendOn said...

yes, A, it is. :) I heart the oatmeal guy. Allison- thanks for the link- in my haste I had stopped reading oblivio and FTrain on a regular basis. This poem reminds me why I do!

brendon said...

why I do NOT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE, that is. I meant why I did, or should, or have... shit. no wonder- I don't even know what I meant to say!

allison said...

Look, kids! It's the last bits of Bushman's sanity skittering across the floor like a bagful of spilled marbles! :)

Anonymous said...

AMF, ma larson would call this poem "an AA poem." ie., shut up and claim the life that is yours, damaged as it is.

thanks. LBL