'twas but two days ago this sea of paint broke through the steel of my dammed and dusty mind, to cascade o'er thick white canvas desert like a rainbow waterfall o' misty treasure. wasted, it is not.
sadly, 'tis work to which i must return. bah, says i. alas, i shall bathe in the gold and silver of my pay so that i might again have a bed on which to lay my tired head and feet, oh whoa.
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22