Monday, January 24, 2011

Frozen Vomit

A day when everything everyone says means nothing at all
Not enough oatmeal in the world.
Sometimes I can do nothing but stare out this window and imagine where everyone goes and toss tomorrow's up to bygones or wonder if the completely disparate trees still glow into the other window.

The old man smiled too. 'Sometimes a tired thinker may come to the conclusion that the best things in the world are a good meal and a pretty woman.'

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