Turtle

I was relearning photoshop and did some very basic colouring in. It's been so long! I forgot how time consuming it is. I'm going to be putting up some more of my sketches over the next little while. Just for fun.

Lame Limericks

Silly Linny
On a lark
Got married to a question mark.
She liked his bite, she liked his bark,
but couldn't take him to the park?

Hamburglar

In line at McDonald's
buying a hamburger
I lean over the balcony
to people watch.
Over the partition
I spot a lady with a bald
spot.
I'm above her
she's below me
but only geographically.

My Cat is a Conch Shell

My cat is a conch shell
When I'm quiet I can
hear
waves
from the ocean of purrs
rolling in
purr, purr, purr
pure, pure, pure
noise waves
from inside the fur
Of my cat
the conch shell

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Dear noisy annoying lighter clicker on the bus behind my head this morning half of me wants to test out my patience and keep quiet the other half wants to test my SPEAKING UP about it.

You;

are the superlative.

And then

What should I do?

Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues
by W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Tuesday, June.

Juney Tuesday stands at the bus stop
Stomps her foot
Hears a noise and looks up.
Gum Shoe
It's not a mystery
Her step is stuck.
When
One two three
The bus roars past-
Misses it's turn
Blocks up traffic
Blows it's horn.

Juney Tuesday sunburned
With a manuscript
and a shoulder bag.
Going home.

Home Alone Baseball Game.

Post grilled cheese sandwich- I watch Elvis Costello chat up Zooey Deschanel on television.

One.

Wilson, Carl.

Let's Talk (About Love)
(brackets mine)

Pg.77

...Brain science has shown how musical pleasure is structured by expectation and familiarity, in a particular song (when will the pattern resolve, and how?), between songs (is this music like other music we know and like?) and between genres (do you know the rules of this kind of music?). Balancing repetition and novelty is crucial.

The Next Little Bit...

This blog has been neglected to the highest degree. Like celsius, lately. I've been feeling guilty for not blogging and as such haven't even come near this place in months.

Doctor.(Homonym)
Remedy.(Synonym)

I'm going to start slowly, a toe-in.

A sort of hello-this-is-what-I'm-reading.

In quotes like.