something...

 

It didn't feel right.
I'm not sure what it was,
but something seemed off
with this place.

Maybe it was the paint job,
maybe the whole place looked 

a little tilted...

It could have been all that
and a combination
of the weather.
I don't know...

A Place for Everything

 

They kept their money in the bank, their secrets to themselves and their employees in here.

 

Right here

 

This is exactly where the
rain in Spain fell.

The Personals

 

I enjoy walks on the beach

White wine

Any books by Tom Clancy

Buffalo wild wings

Warm summer breezes

Lite Jazz

 

When a Cowboy Grows Old

 

When a cowboy grows old

he sees cattle as steer

and all of his hair

grows out of his ears,

He may ride to the mountain

to get to the top

but the hair in his ears

it will just never stop,

Some are already running

when they hit the ground

but the hair in their ears

will muffle the sound,

The old ones are lonely

and find it quite strange

how quiet life is

when out on the range.

 

 

I'm right here.

 

I’m always here in fact – I live here.  My thoughts are my home.  They are my walls as well as my windows.  Should I ever require a room addition, I simply think of something else.  See?  Now I’m over here.

I see where you live.  Sometimes I see you outside jogging, or riding on a bicycle.  Here in my thoughts, there aren’t any tree roots to trip me up, only the occasional punctuation to stumble over or perhaps, should I not be paying attention, I could suddenly change tense and find myself back here somewhere or sometime.   It all gets very tricky.

Anyway, thanks for visiting.  It’s always good to see you.

Quando omni flunkus moritati

 

 

Now it's behind you

 

He said, it's all in the wrist.