It doesn’t matter how the framed reference goes about its day, we have no qualms whatsoever. Any encyclopedia entry stuck up on the wall can illuminate a page’s worth of facts about the natural world, and there’s no way we’re taking that for granted. The planets are in orbit, the rabbits are procreating, the pole beans are shooting tendrils, the rest of the civilized world sticks its neck out for these poor voluminous library dwellers.
The Whole Kit ‘n’ Caboodle
The Living Day
I need a little jay
like I need the living day.
It doesn’t repair itself,
now does it? Don’t think so.
I need a sickly stray
like I need the living day.
Oh, you don’t wanna mess
with success when it finds you.
I need a three-hour stay
like I need the living day.
Have a pan of old brownies, on me.
Taste better when they’re free.
I need a better way
like I need the living day.
Take these socks, I won’t be
needing them where I’m going.
I need some time away
like I need the living day.
Well, this didn’t solve anything,
now did it? Aw shucks.
Just for the Moment
Total responsibility is not for the scrutinized person to fear, or anyone else for that matter. Now that I have your attention, I’ll take a mosquito from the top shelf and borrow a set of raisin blades for the moment, just for the moment. Now we get some work done, and we go everywhere that needs a bolted spit of broccoli or two, not always usual or indeed even warranted.
These Toads
Hallmarks of any good industry, these toads. You can set your watch by these toads, whether underwater or not. How much credit do we give these creatures, and why haven’t we cared to give them more credit than we already have? I imagine it comes from a lack of perspective, an unwillingness to see the need for these little hopping beasts. It goes from bad to worse when the toads are made to compete with one another. Do not pit toads against each other, I learned that the hard way. Just let them be themselves without weapons or rage, and you’ll come to appreciate why we have these toads here in the first place.
St. Fletchinson’s Day
Sensitive little children
skip through the playground,
unaware that today
is an historic occasion
known ‘round the world
as St. Fletchinson’s Day.
Whazzap
Hello all,
I have not been well lately, and it’s due to a variety of reasons. The main symptom is depression, which seems to be a controlling beast at times, telling me not to feed myself, not to get a new job, etc.
Anyway, I want to let you know how much your readership means to me–
I put out these pieces as my way of communicating with the world. I like how simple I’ve been able to make the website (or blahg, depending on your view), and it’s heartening to see that I can gain followers with pure content alone.
I don’t go in for gimmicks and marketing strategies, which may ultimately be my downfall. What I write is what that moment dictates, and not manufactured for retail. That’s generally why I don’t write posts like these very often, if at all.
Y’all are great though, so I wanted to say something to just let you know that I love writing for this website and I hope to write many more pieces in the future. This one is going to be shown as 499, at least the 499th of the pieces I’ve kept on the site after grooming it some time ago. With unpublished drafts, this will be my 720th post. Hooray! I think.
I always need to remember that I’m not alone, even though it may seem that way sometimes. Thank you for choosing to read my work, I hope it will continue to merit your attention. :D
-A
None of a Your Beeswax, Sonny
A Winston box
ain’t none of a your beeswax, sonny,
we’re full up here.
Scram, you dig?
I mean, turpentine torpedo stitching
needn’t apply for a permit
before March 1st, or when
the next available March Hare
comes in for an appointment.
WHARVED 