just what i needed to get my monday off to a laughing start. heh. http://loptimiste.canalblog.com/archives/2007/05/21/5022797.html

if i didn’t know better, i’d think that was a DoS attempt. failed, of course…. but noted, recorded, ip banned, and that’s that. in other news…

timing is a curious thing. not really, but we say it because it feels nice.

recording available: cool-to-be-kind.mp3 read on for the words…

fair warning, this is likely a ‘more mature’ read than usual. you have been warned.

it occurs to me that i have not allowed myself to put thoughts about my son here. very, very rarely. i suppose to some, it may seem as if i never think of him or, worse yet, do not care. nothing could be further from the truth.

violins and sea breeze, sandy frustration between sole and skin, sorry to see pain and suffering, but so happy it isn’t them. which is, i suppose, why ‘i’m sorry’ has become so robotic. stilted words that point to what would be sharing, but for how it is used as buffer.     abraided by the sea shore, watching the black parade, ashes into tides… ebbing… i turn, the angry breeze whipping my hair into my eyes, blinded by bravado, i say them anyway, hoping they may sound different, hoping they may sound sincere, hoping that in them you can hear […]

time capsule.

i was trying to explain to a friend today this oddness.

symbols and logic, the chain of mind made of links and gaps, synapse firing span the abyss between knowing and death landing with feral crouch, ready hands the population count, a string of myths sigils embedded into wrinkled lobes tapping out morose morse from which one might birth radiance… or ruin cheeks pressed like children against the glass of the candy store soldered in place, form factor of life dtx, typo of the soul it should be read dx the abyss across which the mind endlessly leaps