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I like some stuff, other stuff I don't like so much. Thy Heart:"Make not of thy heart a casket, Opening seldom, quick to close; But of bread a wide-mouthed basket, Or a cup that overflows."- George Macdonald:Collected Poems II.. Get your own free cool template at myspacebackgroundlayouts.info/layouts

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Umm... Odysseus, surpassing all in tactics and wit. Ahh... Annie Riendhart too.Get Your Own! | View SlideshowA green plastic watering can/ for a fake chinese rubber plant/ in this fake plastic world. That she bought from a rubber man/ in a town full of rubber plans/ to get rid of itself. And it wears her out.She lives with a broken man/ a cracked polystyrene man/ who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery/ for girls in the 80s/ but gravity always wins. And it wears him out... it wears him out... it wears him out, it wears...She looks like the real thing/ she tastes like the real thing/ but my fake plastic love. But I can't help the feelin/ I could go through the cealin... if I just turn, and run.And it wears me outIf I could be who you wanted... all the time.

My Blog

Evil & Good

I have heard a person suggest that we should eradicate the word evil from our discourse, as it has too many poor connotations. He thought it appropriate to replace the word evil with the word "error....
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 13:07:00 GMT

Time

Time is a curious tool for healing purposes. I'd sooner not bother with it personally... but that's not up to me I suppose. I shouldn't complain regarding its handy work either: while it seems that s...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 11:48:00 GMT

The Rainless Touch of Atropos (or, Faith + Reason: via negativa+ via positiva)

I enjoy listening to Rain.Too much though has clouded my brain... The Rainless Touch of AtroposI stupidly listened to Rain far too long,Consequentially stuck in his clouded thoughts. When ever will Hi...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 19:29:00 GMT

My Nephews

         My imitation of Charles Williams           Our visit with the Fosters, my sister's family in Moncton, was...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 19:22:00 GMT

Death by Cold

                   Death by Cold As I peel back the hull of my very being,I am becoming painfully aware Of the ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 13:18:00 GMT

In the Wilderness

In the Wilderness (Poetic chronicle of our building of "The Teepee.") Our dialogue is coarse, remarkably uncouth;Our frenzied dance amidst the trees may spook,The untrained eye, or the unfamiliar ear...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 21:53:00 GMT

Success

The teepee was a success. My nephews gravitated instantly to it. I hid in the room where the teepee was set up, waiting patiently for them to find me as they fought to toss off the...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 18:20:00 GMT

Teepee

I built an indoor teepee for my nephews to sleep in when they come down on christmas break... they're 5,3, and 1 &3/4ths.  I can't wait.   Leo Jr.
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 23:21:00 GMT

SmogBroom

       It is a cold, gray, windy morning. I can hear her, wind, desperately searching for the nooks and crannies of this old house, seeming to whistle with deli...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 17:25:00 GMT

Flawed Design

This song is interesting on so many levels... For me personally it is a gradual description of what I was as a child in the first verse,  and what I became as an adolescent throughout the re...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 08:32:00 GMT