I'm hanging out with an old boy from the shop
he's telling a story....like he tends to do,
and all i hear is him say....
"Hey ya old fart...i will punch you right in the heart!"
What? More standard randomness.
Today was a Caribou run.
Joel and I made a field trip out of it.
we took pictures, and had
some laughs. GT's all around.
Oh Spring...
where are you?
you ask for a simple divorce,
then go frolic in the sheets of the south.
Whoa is me, I long for your warm sun
soft rain.
Winter needs to become widowed.
don't hide in the shadows of despair,
only pain will rise.
I don't ask for much.
On another note
things remain light and fraudulent.
my mind reels,
my heart aches.
Grit my teeth,
deep breath....
I am in Delaware?!
pulled, pushed, in and away.
grim adventures take up the day.
laughter and love get confused,
they're in the mix.
pain and pleasure, same feeling.
Distant and remorseful.
to lighten the load....
we proceed right to fish pong.
straight to the eye
shot in the dark.
laughter and medicine for the weak
and the willing.
Off to another meeting....
missing the point
wasting the time.
walking over dollars to pick up dimes!
Bishop will return with more nonsense
and less innocence.
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