frast is not a word

How much distance can I leave between us on half-lived attempts to get closer
don’t ask for explanation the time it would take would detract from the point
I read in the paper someone I knew was murdered it’s ugly all so ugly
I look at my car in the driveway and wonder how far away it would take me

If the world looked much more like 1983 would you love me, would I love you too
Cause the walls this year get greyer each morning I drain them of color just like I did you
When you go on and get a lot older tomorrow I'll tell you again
stop calling me back and I'll stop calling you the one that got away

our wavelengths communicate intricately like a music box winding
we're supposed to discuss the whale in the bathtub but never do anything
I guess it takes beautiful pictures to show you the time that has passed
cracks in foundations are planning ascension to something that matters

the crickets are rubbing their ankles together to pass the time
going through the motions just like me when I lie and I say I'm just fine
oh why are we talking around what we’re wanting to say
why aren’t we talking about all of the moments that will never be the same

made something today

it looks like this


now for a shower and a cuddle with babby, perhaps.

gadgets...

...are among us. I used to have this habit with people I no longer have contact with; an explanation would be too long to bring merit to anything in comparison to the length of time you'd leave shaking your head at me. I can't help it though; it's just in my nature to do so.

There are so many words that rhyme.
There are not so many words that rhyme with pavement.

ran out of f's

string, paint blobs, trees.



boredom ceases to exist with craft supplies and interweb radio

test your cat breed knowledge

word swappage explanations needed, here you are. a few old ones from the note-book.

a very very very late unbirthdaymasyears

of sorts. The Story of the Cat and the Horse. Look, dad, I really can write children's stories with apologetic undertones!

if the bottle fits, inhabit it

making a mountain from a molehill, I'm sure.