Thursday, December 23, 2004

moan behind the cursor

O my bloggerissimo, please don't thou feel forgotten! I think of ye often. What am I doing while the national forests undergo a speedy plunder, a cloned cat gets sold down the helix, and the us continues to incite the surging emergency? I'm staring at the laundry piles up like terrestrial storm clouds, the dirty dishes regenerate fecund as mushrooms, student papers and such wait patiently on the couch while bills, job and grant applications rudely bang on my office door. I'll be with you in a minute, I'm with a verse right now. Silly puns, personifications and bad metaphors keep me a make at night. I'll be a better blogger swoon, I's premise. O my bloggerissimo.


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