Sunday, December 28, 2008

Jump Rope

Waffles and fruit, to scrambled eggs and seasoned potatoes.

Novel idea, to pervasive abundance.

Simplicity in theory, to complexity in practice.

Non-existence, to ample occupation.

Fervent reflection, to fickle response.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Programmed Blog Death

For in this rapture I shall surely speak...

[I miss the joy of dirty feet in Summer]

I am feeling uninspired; few things are worse than forced writing. I will return at some point, when my grey existence becomes coloured again.