I don't get this blog
I can't see through this fog
This slog of finity
I don't bazooka
I can't blue garbage truck
I like the word finity
Blog
Slog
Bog
Mog
Fog
Grog
Cog
It's really not a good sound
31 July 2017
13 May 2017
Human beings
I am the owner of
I am a user of
Human beings in my pocket
Human beings under foot
Human beings
I am a user of
Human beings in my pocket
Human beings under foot
Human beings
30 January 2017
INTERESTED READERS WANTED: BILL MAHER BOOK CLUB
If you are reading this, you are most likely an interesting person interested in reading. Well, this is the club for you. The Bill Maher Book Club (BMBC) is a book club devoted to books by, about, or discussed by Bill Maher. As the president of BMBC, I attest that in these trying times, we must all be well-read in Maher.
Our current book is Mahervalous: The World and How It Would Be if I Were in Charge, OK? by Bill Maher
Please leave a comment if you are interested in joining.
Our current book is Mahervalous: The World and How It Would Be if I Were in Charge, OK? by Bill Maher
Please leave a comment if you are interested in joining.
05 December 2016
un finished bear
We saw it coming as
it ambled up the path toward
the bridge we were to cross. I stopped, almost
tripped on the granite boulder buried in
the path (the path, after
all, was only a thin dirt cover on
the blank rock we
climbed.) "Bear," I said and the others laughed until
they too saw it. It still not noticing us until
it looked up with
half-interest, and it, too, stopped dead in
its tracks. We
should know what to do. We had prepared for
this climb for
months, but now, face to
face with the grunting, dead-eyed juvenile, my mind slipped:
it ambled up the path toward
the bridge we were to cross. I stopped, almost
tripped on the granite boulder buried in
the path (the path, after
all, was only a thin dirt cover on
the blank rock we
climbed.) "Bear," I said and the others laughed until
they too saw it. It still not noticing us until
it looked up with
half-interest, and it, too, stopped dead in
its tracks. We
should know what to do. We had prepared for
this climb for
months, but now, face to
face with the grunting, dead-eyed juvenile, my mind slipped:
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