i work at a wonderful place. i love my job and all that it entails, except for one thing. i rely on the transit system and because of this, i often loose time.

I managed to form a big enough pile, so I could investigate how much of it was dust bunnies

The plan failed. Finally bored with burning, I pulled the plug. Sweet, certain gravity; a tornado tangoed over the hole.

Life stirs leisurely beyond these dead irises Flowers bloom and sigh Sunsets laugh and cry Short grasses grow tall and bend inside time But not for me Bird song breaks each dawn

I'm back people,first piece I've done since my trip.I'll be looking through what I missed. P.s. punctuation might be off in this piece, I'll sort it out when I can.

I know, that’s what I thought, I near fell off my chair; a big smile and her tits out and a wig of long blonde hair