Friday, March 19, 2010

I haven't written anything for quite some time. Doesn't mean I wasn't thinking. The fabric of my mind has been scribbled on for many many years. Written over, erased. The MRI shows my brain is shrinking, less room to scratch my late night silent rants when the lights are out and I am anything but. Less room to store my ponderings. Less room to store my self.

The Bun

The Bun
If you don't like rabbits, you can suck it, shove it and then go soak your head.