The Harpy's Nest

Kubla Khan

For some reason, today, I re-read Coleridge.

Kubla Khan really pop; but he sets up all the romantics to go crazy.

Shelly, Byron, they are cute, but do they have the chops to write what they feel.

Ugly Betty

Even my DVR hates me.

I feel empty

I only blog.

Because all my friends wrote.

There were print options.

We played the internet.

Shit on rice, Miriam types, and shames us all by being coherent and cogent.

I can’t recall my life better than she does.

A Toothless Bearded Hag

Jobless, toothless; what’s next hopeless?

If less is more, than I guess I’m pretty much maxed out. I can’t have anymore less.

Yeah hit bottom. Climb from there.

Crap I’m tired.

Climbing is for A-holes that like climbing.

Today

Growls and bleats,meows and barks. All the animals speak.

So sorry.

I’m totally apologetic.

Facebook, much like ‘crack’ , stole my focus, I had no idea that the 3 people who read any of this diurnal crap would miss it if I didn’t keep it up.

So here you go; I’m jobless, cranky and I wish there was a stimulis package that included me, even in a small way.

My crankieness is not because of the economy, I’ve always hated those who don’t get it.

The world has spirialed into a lot of people, who just don’t get it.

The world does work, it has for thousands of years, stop thinking of your self.

Focus on what must change.

What is why?

What is what?

The seasons they change.

Spring is at the edge of every weather system we track, the winter of our discontent will soon end.

New problems, yes they will surface.

Re-configure the past, what worked, will work. change parameters.

The past can be used again.

The bible says there is nothing new under the sun.

Think new!