Sunday, December 18, 2005
Out of onions??
How can we be out of onions? Guess I gotta head to the store.
Out in to infinity, the plateua rambles on;
The peaks and valleys recede into
the background.
Plod follows plod across the desolate plain;
Muscles atrophy from disuse, the brain
shunts work.
Off in the distance, sky-rending peaks loom;
Salvations lays therein, unless they
be mirages.
Plunk down, my good friend. Rest back on
your laurels, close your eyes for a
brief moment...
Out in to infinity, the plateua rambles on;
The peaks and valleys recede into
the background.
Plod follows plod across the desolate plain;
Muscles atrophy from disuse, the brain
shunts work.
Off in the distance, sky-rending peaks loom;
Salvations lays therein, unless they
be mirages.
Plunk down, my good friend. Rest back on
your laurels, close your eyes for a
brief moment...
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