its 78 degrees outside as i type this indoors
a clear crisp start to what may well be the nicest summer in recorded history.
tomorrow is the one year anniversary of this site.
and it got me to thinking-
does anyone actually read this,
or am i shooting rubberbands into gale force winds?
either way.
matters not
to me.
as i see it at this point last year
i was a miserable prick.
now i may still be one,
i cant help that,
but there's no more cat piss *knock knock*
and i thank this page for that,
and for the release it gives me
that i havent had in years.
3 comments:
I'm here, I've always been here, but I didn' always hear you. Nor did I appreciate how brilliant you were till now. But I never lost faith...and as a a myriad of remembrance days approach I have to say this is a good boy, this is a mother's angel and I have always been proud of my boy. My most favorite mother's day moment was having a brunch prepared for me in the Stockade, of strawberries and love. Thank you Joe, you have never dissapointed me and I love you
you posted one time - but when i checked again it was gone
but i had a response
cloaked in anonymity,
lost in a sea of strangers,
connected only through binary code.
1's and 0's.
this is a lonely place, cold and barren.
the bottom of a canyon
and you are shouting!
but lovely as your rantings are…
what truly do you expect?
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