My Cardboard Balcony

This introspection is certainly written far earlier than the evening, but starting from early Friday afternoon, I will be without internet until Sunday. I will be celebrating the new year up north with my family, friend, and girlfriend where there are no computers or TV. Which is nice. As a result, there will be no OneWord blog entries for Friday and Saturday. Storyteller will be a day late. I know I intended to post every day, but sometimes life demands a break or vacation from even creative outlets. So once I'm back and provided that my house hasn't been broken into during our trip (yay, irrational worrying), I will be back to posting on Sunday. A lot of things sort of blew up in my face this week. As a result, I'm back to square one in multiple ways. It's injured me mentally and emotionally, and the sting may not go away for some time. Ultimately, however, it'll make me stronger, and I'll take a step forward and continue doing what I'm good at while i

Wit by Belinda Roddie The man with the silver tongue is growing old And jealous of the man with the tongue of gold But even more so of the girl whose wit Desires no precious metal in her mouth He reads his books and lets the silver flutter Words, words, smooth and thick like butter But they slip away into dust upon the table The man is by far out of practice And then he hears the news: The gold-witted man died while singing the blues He pissed off a thug with sharp and petty lashes He deserved his thrashes The girl has heard the story, too She rises from her chair to the window Lets the breeze enter the room And says, "Life is good." The work you see here has only been slightly modified for mechanics and errors since February 7th, 2007.