Saturday, December 22, 2012
Oh Boy
I don't catch colds often, but when I do the symptoms are never mild enough to allow me to carry on with business as usual. As soon as I got home last night my nose started getting all stuffed up. Here I am now, middle of the day and still in bed snuggling with the cats.
The sun shines brightly, then it gets dark, and the room lighting changes again and again as I type this. Of course, I'd rather not be feeling this sick, but then again, I can't think of anything else I could be enjoying more right now if I wasn't. Here I can rest and exist with or without my senses, thoughts, dreams or reality.
Today there is no worry. My desire, thirst and hunger will move me forward. Just as everyday should be...
Friday, December 7, 2012
Another fun assignment
(three phrases in apposition)+(coordinating conjunction)+(subject/verb)+(participial phrase)+(participle)
Commuters crowding the roads, occupations molding the lives, commercials feeding the minds, and I smile at the sky, the money escaping from my hands, circling.
Pier extending from the sand, the marsh filling the foundation, the frog sitting in the corner, and I skip over the planks, big heads showing off their teeth, grinning.
Commuters crowding the roads, occupations molding the lives, commercials feeding the minds, and I smile at the sky, the money escaping from my hands, circling.
Pier extending from the sand, the marsh filling the foundation, the frog sitting in the corner, and I skip over the planks, big heads showing off their teeth, grinning.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Test 2
This is my little cat named Fiti. She likes to sleep on my lap. Like most cats, Fiti hates going to the vet. One thing Fiti is really good at is sneaking out and coming back, pretending like she never left.
Test
Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll
'Twas bitter, and the rocky slopes
Did dance and tremble in the rain;
All sunken were the hopes,
And the dead leaves remain.
-Judith Rodriguez
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll
'Twas bitter, and the rocky slopes
Did dance and tremble in the rain;
All sunken were the hopes,
And the dead leaves remain.
-Judith Rodriguez
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