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!
". . . Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth while." --Nathanael West
This is an online corral for the knee-jerk reactions, musings, rants, reviews, logorrhea, missives, revelations, and other passionate silliness from Allison Felus. She's shorter than you think she is; when left to her own devices, she is an unrepentant night owl; she smiles at babies and dogs when she sees them on the street; she loves you just the way you are, except for when you're kind of being a jackass.
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hey, it's the oatmeal guy!
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!
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!
Look, kids! It's the last bits of Bushman's sanity skittering across the floor like a bagful of spilled marbles! :)
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
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