No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.
Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted.
It is good for the foolish that he bear the yoke in his early days;
Grief-giver ho, bitter-agent ho, now agitated-naked-in-decay tho.
(Nine-One-Four-Five ho, versa power top and tap!)
I try to contribute my many a bones to lesser known museums
Of seaweeds, of poisona skin, of reprimands and recommendations, of ballots of shallots,
And many more gore legendariums tussled, and gigantic screens awfully repainting civics
And never disparaging like my castle ...Read more
give the man the geyser,
a brush, a tale, a pair of pants,
to watch the madness taketh under library
to hope he spins
the opposite of clockwork
one builds a giant
or foolish forest fire ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
I wrote some welcome-to-my-blog remarks, which you can read here.