Monday, May 29, 2006

It almost works ... but it makes no sense

There are times when writing is the last thing you want to do
When everything around you is slowing down and morning dew
Bespangles the brow of the earth. Yet at those times with due
Thought, the most profound discoveries can be made. Due
However to the lack of sleep on the part of this author the only dew
That might yet be on his mind would be of the mountain variety. Dude.

3 comments:

Andrew Stine said...

sweet

Conquistadora said...

Haha; this sounds familiar. ;)

Mabel said...

Unfortunately, whenever I have time to write I'd rather kill myself than actually do it. Okay, maybe the feeling of repulsion isn't exactly that strong - but it has come close. Stay awake! God bless.