Generation
We want to know what paints the morning.
We are terrified when faith deceives us.
Still believing in the cold eye of the sphinx, we listen.
Deep Thought: Despair is like a cable that is buried just under the surface of the ground. You pull it up and pull it up, but that cable just keeps right on going, clear across a field, until you come to a bunch of guys who are burying the cable. Then just walk up to them and go, “Hey, have you seen Fred?” And they’ll say, “Fred who?” And you say, “Fred of snakes?” Then cover your ears, because big laughs are coming.
Today I am grateful for: Imus being for Kerry
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I’m surprised Imus is for Kerry and has stuck with him thus far–he was so pro-Bush after 9/11 and kept saying that Bush was the right man for the job, etc., and now he’s saying Bush is a disgrace and can’t leave office fast enough. What a difference a war makes.
I love Imus and think that in spite of his claims to the contrary, he’s smart and has a lot of good insights, and he asks questions that I would ask.
where do you find all these photos? And are all the verses yours?
I just google for the photos and yes the poems are mine.
oh. that’s good. Fred of snakes. *grinning*
and oh (again again), the eye of the spinx, oh yes.
Despair is a luxury.
That is what I wrote over my desk during a particularly bad spell a few years back, and it is still true.
Love your pics! They’re always so amazing!
That is a really cool poem, do you have more?
How are the cats doing with all this warm weather? Bunzilla! isn’t too happy about it!
a fantastic three lines. yes.
That was superbly deep. And funny.
(That wasn’t sarcasm.)