sit and stare

when i used to have my pet monkey, Billbert, we used to play catch with an old hacky sack i saved from my travelling days. i was playing catch, but he really threw it back AT me, rather than TO me. In fact, when assessing the ferocity and timing (he usually waited until I was not looking at him, to throw it AT me) he employed, he clearly was trying to kill me with that hacky sack. That was years ago. Billbert is gone now. And i just use the time, the time I used to set aside for playing catch with Billbert, to sit and stare. I don't miss him.

sunset, contrail, or government sponsored seed cloud of despair?

i fell out of favor with the god's and was stricken with an uncomfortable bloating and general malaise. relief was only coming with the onset of newer, greater pains, malaise and discomfort. it was in this condition that i decided i must embark on a Happiness Quest! (trademarked) seminar and retreat. And from that retreat i learned that i must "allow you." So, i did, and i said...

"shape your world with bricks and mortar, i will grow my world with dirt and seed."

i wanted it to happen, i wanted to believe, and i had a nice time, but then Monday came, i went back to my 9 to 5, because i wanted to eat, and my seeds hadn't grown yet, and the ones i planted last year fed us for one day in late August, and because Happiness Quest! (trademarked) was not free. and it is a quest, i guess. so, i went back. to you.

shhh...i am actually across the street

there is a short yellow bus circling the apartment building where i live. but, i am not coming out, and i watch it circle impatiently, but i am not coming out.