queer clockwork

The rain pitters away on their window.
Swirling. Clutching. Salivating.
The rain patters down our roof.
I drop a drip of spit on to the carpet.
A small pool of forms.
I dip my big toe in.
My sock sticks out its tongue.
Laps up the moisture.
Saturated, I become uncomfortable.
Pulling. Grabbing. Ripping.
My sock is thrown across the room.
I pick up debris as I walk barefoot around the house.
Gritty, I become uncomfortable.
Meetings on Mondays make the weekend die in strange ways.

Cutting Party

When you tell yourself that you are going to bed, you should actually listen.

I never thought about how much warmth can be added to a room by a piece if blue carpet.

It is amazing how you life can change with a Swype.

We’re Space Explorers

We Need Space

You’re going to die. Do something. Someday. NOW!

Why can’t we just download a PDF from NetLibrary.com and put it on our e-reader?

Copyright. That’s why.

People need to have exclusive rights to what they create because works might take on new meaning, purpose, or direction if left to the masses. We wouldn’t want gobs of people standing on the shoulders of giants, building off of the creations of others. That just doesn’t seem logical.

Why squander our time when we could be doing something!?

One should never talk during a coffee shop session of a vocal jazz band in a church. You will have people come up and tell you to be quiet. You will have others tell you that you should just leave if you are going to continue to talk.

Church people can be a little uptight while trying to listen to vocal jazz.