things i do. and things i can do for you.

Category: thoughts

dark. cold. alone.

there’s something beautiful about the darklate night, outside alone in the dark.it’s cold, but something inside is warm. a small breeze heard in the leaves of the treesthe sound of my windchimes, gentleotherwise, silence. shadows flickering, cast upon snowa blinking blue light inside a neighbor’s cara pale flag waving across pines i wish to see […]

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this site will serve new functions from now on. i am no longer using my website as a blog to blab on about mindless misspelled thoughts + snarks. i need to learn some real coding and “real” wordpress to utilize my new theme so it will probably take me a year to learn those things […]

when chkickens love u

tonight just then i was putting party wings on the pan 2 make wings for dinner and the blood ooze slime liquid came out the bag and made a little heart-shaped pool at me on the pan. i love u too, chicken blood.

hahaha LOL!

did you ever just buy a book and say “because if i buy the book i will just do it??!?!?!?!?!” this applies to all sorrts of things-knitting, recipes, books of elaborate plans for building things out of cardboard with your kids that you never built, more books about recipes,

puff piece

this is a puff piece. yesterday i was at the beach and realized i had only been drinking iced coffee and “cola” for hours. i was severely dehydrated so i put on my africa pants and ventured out into the barren wasteland of sand and boardwalk to get to the “snack bar” in search of […]

thunderstorms

some storms demand you leave your door open even when rain pelts into your house threatening to buckle fancy wood floors opposing the safety and security of wooden walls

WHEN ROOTS BECOME A CAVE

a song i wrote + posted for my weekly songwriting challenge club but i liked it enough to post here. the theme was “disaster” and was inspired by the sadness i felt passing dozens of uprooted trees last week thinking of how old they must have been and what a shame. i actually started writing […]

chairy

how come literally every reclining thing ever has to look like a bunch of rolly poops or “chairy” from pee wee hermans playhouse. halp!