go green

do you see what i see ii

through my rainy windshield iv

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puppet shone

through the blinds

under the weather

The only thing worse than being sick is being almost-sick. I have been on the verge of being sick for the past few days, feeling generally crappy but not enough to miss work. There are plenty of symptoms--slight fever, raw throat, stiff joints, sore back, and so on. I could just be really worn down from work, which has been extremely taxing lately. But what if it's something more, like a sinus infection, lurking within my body, fiendishly waiting for the right moment to unleash the full brunt of its malevolence? Oh, what drama, what suspense, what a pain in the ass.

Seriously, I'm betting on exhaustion. Hurray for the upcoming four-day weekend. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

autumn ablaze

let there be light

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welcome, mister sandman

when words fail us

As you can tell, I haven't been writing much on the blog lately. I've been grasping for words. Actually, that's not quite accurate. I've been pushing words away. Every day I am bludgeoned by the unwelcome words of others. Ever notice how careless people can be when it comes to choosing words? How lazy linguistics leads to loopy logic? How people parrot what they hear on the news but inevitably get it wrong anyway, like a game of Telephone Operator behind Niagara Falls? When the signal-to-noise gauge becomes buried so deep in the red, I want to flee from all words, including my own.

Blah, blah, blah. Time to go to sleep and enjoy the silence.

today i am a small blue thing

This photo was once the wallpaper on my computer screen at work.
For some reason, it creeped out a co-worker enough that he asked me to change it.
This house has many hearts. -- Poltergeist

still night

by the dawn's early light

light and dark

electric eye in a slate-gray sky