Hi!

My little finger smiled at me today.
I'm glad I noticed,
because he told me it's all okay.
Just like it has always been,
it will always be,
now. You're okay.

mirror

There is an axiom in the forest, among the trees, that paper is the work of the devil;  and that the devil himself, carries a pen.

Nobel?

Referencing obscure pre-industrial poetry is pretentious, but it does seem to enable that esoteric feeling some crave, so here goes, a quote from the 13th century...

me thinks thou doest reek,
like the fish from a sea of death...
reeketh

-Heraculates  1211 A.D.


I read her that poem, written far away and long ago, while she lit a burner on her electric stove.

But she still didn't get the message.