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Its tough being alone sometimes

Smoke

That sweet smoke ever drifting

Into my thoughts every second

Born to churn the lung chimneys

Feed the machine

Feed the addiction

Than you're stuck forever

What else can I smoke

To create that smoke

I so desire daily

Feed the machine

Feed the addiction

Slipping deeper

Strangely sweeter

Purple plums

Make me comes

Along the cheery river!

Takes more to miss it

Than to feed it.

So why fight it so much?

Is it worth it?

Such a weakling

Such a pussy

Just want to smoke 

Makes me pissy

For just a toke

Maybe a poke

Smokey is stokey!

House Cleaning Blog

I just archived and then deleted about 125 blogs posts dating back to early 2000. 

Those that the blog was originally intended for will be getting a file of them all in case they want to stroll.

For now, my blog needs to begin from my new beginning (though I did keep an old pinball trip paper I wrote in college, haHA)

Harp Hens

Thighs are starting to complain about not getting enough recoup time before I torture them some more. Lotta beer keepin me company over here. Not sure of their attraction to me. Kiln-basted tea container and a coastal breeze. Fresh picked raspberries crawling all over my food. Swaying shadows know their ways, laugh at mine. So insignificant on this huge planet we are. Amazing how much significance people try to make when nature makes it/us insignificant by comparison. Learn to flex amidst her, move among her, welcome and be inspired by her. Stand in awe of her and respect her. Simple concepts that people have mostly forgotten and abandoned.

My eyes boggle at beauty; Heart throbs with love; Mind bends with memories. I love the memories of my beautiful family. They keep me going. Changing times leads to changing minds. As one family, our minds are eternally combined, our lives everlasting entwined. A single voice, a single text, sends me instantly to your side.

Long nights with few lights is quite the sight, am I right? Wandering is a great way to explore!

Brain Rain

Rainin pretty good today. Determined to finally get a good bike-riding rain experience, I took off.Stopped short at work, cpl a stops landed me at the brewery. Started with a Triple-X. basket a fries,l a Stout, and decided that even without my normal pack I carry with the bike, I could get a growler home without breakin it. It was/is pouring by that time so I sloshed my way home, walked up the hill. Porter, the f4ral cat at the brewery, kept me company. The growler made it home.

Their triple X, or Triple Exhulation but I ended up with a growler of *()&%**$%%commons, thats all I remember. Tucked it in a inner mesh-pocket of my jacket, it got a little rattled but made it safe n sound. Rain was awesome, not so cold as I'm used to. Growlers are about a 5 pint bottle that you can bring in and get refilled for a discount. Nice cus i wouldnt have to be recylclin 6pack of bottle every week; can just go for the refill! Would a been much easier with the pack.