but thankfully had the retreat of music as my 'getting to sea'. Heh, now we've got to have something don't we Maso? And yeah, Bonham is (sadly was ) the man. <TD class="mb-Body-Quote-
Heh, I'll take a theory over a myth any day. This was a good 'un Zoo.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak....
Herman Melville. To wit: Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation
and though I cannot see where they eventually land ...and that's the thing. Thanks for reminding me that -even if I don't always see it- they do always land.
When I BWI (Blog While Intoxicated) I be's a one purblind MoFo!
Heh, I thought you wuz a talkin' about me. I was a tail gunner once you know...
A nice, calming thing to read on a fall Sunday morning. Thanks Zoo!
Wow, what a very nice, very well writen article Tova. And if you don't hear it from anyone else then let me say it: I'm proud of you.
Just a hungry mouth to feed. ...and thus... a job to do, Zoo!
It does what it does because he knows what works in his life. If he fails to catch his prey, he doesn't worry about being able to eat. He persists and works harder to be a fierce predator. He isn't afraid to be who he is. I know I can learn a lot from that. Haha! I think the real lesson here is that one "builds on successes and learns from failures." Heh, BOTH are important. BOTH are necessary in this existence but, boy! Don't we hate th
Isn't serendipity a wonderful thing? And thank you Trudy for posting this article.
He watched the jackrabbit hunker down and get stone statue still under the shade of a giant Russian thistle. Coyote in vicinity! He paused and watched, wondering how this was gonna play out. He noticed the coyote stop and sniff the air and begin to make tighter and tighter inward concentric searching circles in towards the Russian thistle. Th
Good stuff. Thanks Elie! I appreciate your comments. So was he in titty drought because Diane had little ones or because he couldn't have the ones she owned? </T
Droughts of the spirit are probably the hardest to break, unlike physical droughts, which can be fixed with enough cash and a call girl Hahaha, Maso. Good line! ...not sure where they're all coming from That makes two of us, Zoo. But thanks for reading! Droughts, they make you appreciate the rain. Don't they? Yes they do. Speaking of droughts,
Friday and that. And Thank God for it! Because T hank G od I t's F riday beats S orry H oney I t's T hursday hands down.
Truckle? Heh, I'm scratchin' my head over obsequiously.
Stand back, stand back... (and put your boots on too 'cause the shit's gettin' deep...)
drought drought [drowt] (plural droughts) n 1. period of dry weather: a long period of extremely dry weather when there is not enough rain for the successful growing of crops or the replenishment of water supplies 2. lack of something: a lengthy and serious lack of something She experienced a period of creative drough
I fell out of a moving pick up truck going down a gravel road when I was in the eighth grade and I remember very vividly that phenomenon of life passing before my eyes. It was freaky! But the worst thing was later when I woke up in the ER getting gravel dug outta me. Ouch! I STILL have the scars, lol...
It's a mixing of creative juices. like my old lady sez: ewwww... ( )
Nice poem Your dreams, Do you still have them? To make a difference, To shine bright and never dim? ...and a good question to ask when you're in your forties, lol.
...and maaaaaaaaany mooooooooore. Thanks for being here and thanks for being a friend, Maso. It's been a cool ride. (written quickly while dashing out the door kinda-sorta tardy for a dentist appointment... )
Mate, there are always going to be fools. one's born every minute, you know.
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