check out the columns to the right i last updated in the mid to late 2000s haiku

the blogs i followed
did not age well, but the
music still holds up.

spy shit

tonight light dark
             light 

             lightens 

             lightning 

             lighter 

             lights linger 

             lightness 

                     darkening 

                     darker. 

tonight it's 

 "night 

   night"        dark 

            light fights 

                    darkness too. 

            it's 

   night.        

                    

                    darkening 

            light. 

           it's porch 

            light. 

           it's shadow its. 

white wall and blank space 

           it's "go go dog" out in 

                     dark yard 

           it's highway distance 

           it's to 

   night. 

           it's "love you sleep tight" itsits hiding and revealing its its its it is itssss pppyy///

In other news, survivor's back on, the piano is safely wedged between the wall and the step, and and and the art on the wall os crooked again.

this blog is also the fault of the pogues

when a heartstops       when a face is covered indirt     in side its apair       of brown eyesandd auld triangles itsa white citytransmetropolitan its   loss of the writer of words whose wordsmad e sense of loss who seemed lost 30 years ago but here now is lost is lost is not at a glass a pinta brown acustom a dead dupon the drugsthe cracks inthe wall spelt hell the cracks in the wall spellttt

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This dread night

In here

With a southern shape a shadow
With a light low
Upon a ceiling
To hissing heater
Of quiet
Of creeping
Of dark

the titanic of blogs

 i like feel like my voice here is like authentic and like providingsomething new to the world or whatever but like no one looks at this or like let alone likes it so like is this a shinking ship (this is a portmanteau of sinking and shrinking obv) and am i like cal or something oblivious to the obvious fate of a readerless blogkingofthe world?