Saturday, May 31, 2008
“All Love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.” (Shelley)
How better to express how I was feeling the other day after a night out with Colleen, Wynn and the wandering poet Andrijah, dressed in the form of a sweet cakey muffin.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Last night I slipped into Dr. Who's Tardis machine - hypothetically speaking of course - and lost myself completely to the vortex of the online universe. I could see the clock ticking away on the bottom right side of my screen...11:30...12.30...2.30...but I wouldn't, couldn't be stopped...what's another few minutes. Rl begone...this was frame dragging, gravitomagnetism, and I wobbled...and righted.