Wednesday, March 08, 2006

...As I sickly cull the cyclical.

Not much has changed- everything has. Not much is different- everything is. Inspiration abounds- minds fester. New surroundings, well, surround- still four walls and a couple windows. Rebirth approaches- abortion be thy form. Wait for it.

Apologies for such schlock- my brain is still burning off the remnants of a few days of 104 degree fever. Many promises for a triumphant return.

1 comment:

Allie D. said...

Fevers suck. :( Glad you're on the mend!