I like the old proverbs About the ever changing Cyclical same differences . The confusion of reality Smells like burnt toast And has me enthralled
I don't want to share every hobby Or be into the same things I enjoy who I am and what I do I expect you do the same It is no surprise we never met We don't need each other But wouldn't it be nice to sleep side by side Surpassing each other with thoughtful … Continue reading Imagining love
Hello? "Do you have a hitch on your truck?" Yeah. "Want to go fishing?" Yeah! See you in forty minutes. That alright? "That's perfect, see you in a bit." Later.
...I'll tell you why, because they twisted up your spoiled little heads. They got you thinking whatever fits the agenda to destabilize our country, you poor kids! Always thinking everything is hate. Forming opinions from pop media snippets. What happened to the old sayings, "don't trust a fool" and, "if it quacks, its probably a … Continue reading Old man in my head, rambling.
The naive artist Doesn't regard others Thinking themselves a master; An easy trap When one is obsessed with expression Rather than reception
On Friday I went gold panning. When I got back to town my phone began buzzing with texts. All of the messages were saying to come to a friends house to hang before he leaves fishing for the season. So I go there, drink a beer; body dead from labor, I lounge. As I was … Continue reading I May Not Be Mr. Right (rambling, unedited)
"color" A term used by miners, meaning gold