Pun is the lowest form of Wit

Reluctance to rinse sand from my feet
Dirt too precious to give back right away
Souvenirs of the better past
So we can remember a better future.

When something so devastating happens
The mind is quick to catch it
The wounds  live in an altered time
And I found out how to bring them back

While I stared helplessly, you took my words
I felt dumb without them, paralyzed
When empathy took over, I listened
And learned what my scars were from

I trace them carefully with my hand
I hear every story they tell
But I am jealous of the pain you felt
You don’t deserve to hurt for me

Even this beautiful coral
Deteriorated and worn
I will wash away to mend me
Finding pieces of you within

It’s like I forgot that I write sometimes

2 doors down from ol' Franky boy

There has been a death in the family.  I’ll use that as my excuse for slacking off.

Instead of merely slacking off, I find myself wiking off.  I recently learned about the distinction between barred and unbarred spiral galaxies from clicking on a candy bar disambiguation page.

This line of thinking got me to a fantastic place… reading self-help pages for only problems i don’t have.  I strongly recommend it.  I also recommend spelling recommend with only one “c.”  I also do not recommend picking up American English grammar rules like putting punctuation inside the quotes despite ambiguity.

The Revolution will be a Webcast

You will be able to stay at home, brother.
You will be able to tune in, turn on and space out.
You will be able to lose yourself on youtube and digg,
Dig in your couch cushions for beer change,
Because the revolution will be a webcast