yeshes.online

i know nothing. i feel everything. i trust and distrust like the last acrid pops of an old florescent tube. flicker. flicker. flicker. pop. silence.

small free-verse item that leapt to mind while considering recent changes, returning prodigals, and the nature of ‘knowing the future’.

writing briefly from work… and only because it’s either take the time to do so or pop.

well. an auspicious start to the day. the truck is dead.

three words: sumatran black satin.

wouldn’t you know? the phone rings at midnight. now i am pop-eyed. heh. so ok, surf the crystal wave a time and wait for sleepy to return.

great first day. good people. good work. lots of potential. very happy. also very, very tired. brain drain. massive input and the cerebral sponge requires rest. that’s all for now. going to bed smiling, though. which is nice. p.s.: interesting happy and sad thought today… both the same thing — not saying what it was, just mentioning it. suspect anyone that knows me knows what it is. freedom is as positive as i remember it.

tomorrow, i begin a new job.

a visit with friends…

the obvious disclaimers apply, but it is intriguing the things this little applet spits out.