Is graffiti art? Is spam literature? Maybe. I just finished reading the blurb that got some piece of spam through my filter and while it was mostly just random sentences there sure seemed to be some sense to it. Maybe I'm just looking for a pattern.

stone chair hurts my butt
standing hurts more than the chair
the chair is not stone

the chair is not stone
it sure does feel like it though
whiny whiny me

Whiny whiny me
I have a job that pays bills
yet not satisfied

I want more but what
the family is healthy
Still want more than that

Still want more that
If you don't know what you want
You do not want it

sweat sit in the shade
stop moving for a moment
does not really help

My hair is a fright
children see it and run off
brushes are for wimps

short little poems
borrowing a format but
not following form

autumn air breathe
the air refreshes our lungs
breathe again my friend

I wanna do it
at least it is on her list
dislike the word no


she is busy now
she might get around to it
is an after thought


fffff
yfbwn
bmnsc

cards on the table
leaves in early autumn grass
win all their money

i play texas holdem
hard way to easy living
it is in my sleep

dream of catching cards
they come to me as though called
i am able to fold

wistful she cannot
I cannot help her problem
why is she alone


she squeals as he pumps
she begs him please do not stop
she cries more more more

I watch and listen
o why can't I be with them
it's never for me

orange veggies yum
dark rich chocolate hurts me
eat them together

dark rich chocolate
shoulder aches as I eat it
and yet I eat more

might as well face it
you are addicted to it
Oh, it hurts so good

carrots on the shelf
I like them they are tasty
no the taste gets old

I may have said this before but I think it's really odd that bloggers dictionary doesn't include the word blog... or bloggers

embarrassing things

OK I just read Colleen Stone's blog this particular entry talked about embarrassing things she's done. It brought back a memory from college.

I was walking through the student union and I noticed a friend of mine sitting talking to some other friends of mine. Because I do this sometimes, I walked over and kissed her on the back of the neck, then on the back of the head, then on the crown of her head, and then I leaned over and gently kissed her on the nose.

Then I said to her, "you're not the person I thought you were." I'd never seen her before in my life.

Turns out I wasn't the person she thought I was either.

After they stopped laughing my friends introduced us. We both enjoyed playing spades, had similar tastes in friends and thought the incident was rather amusing. So it worked out.

I've been working for MESDA lately. It's a good gig. I don't get to put my card in the fish bowl for prizes at the NETpm's but other than that things are copasetic.

I just put the MESDA library online at LibraryThing.com. You can see the books on hand for members at http://www.librarything.com/catalog/MESDA The LibraryThing is worth checking out so go do it.

sit still blocks move past
type now slowly then faster
sit still blocks move past

the screen glows blue now
no not that blue I'm past that
it is xp blue


chocolate calls me
a luscious brown siren song
resist it resist


tie her to my mast
it longs to be touched again
it needs attention

you'd think she'd want it
maybe she does just not mine
wtf

fffff
that is what I have to say
fffff

oh she's to busy
she has no time for that now
byte me byte me hard

maybe i should ask
oh yeah that will help... Not
not now I'm busy

two swans that are twins
they glide gently past my eyes
oh come back come back


hidden under green
and yet I can still see them
they are close and far


imagine softness
they are not to be touched
by me anyway


could it be i can
probably not they would run
they would not be here


oh come back come back
they glide gently past my eyes
two swans that are twins

falling down I sleep
I sleep and now I struggle
when will I wake up


I am awake now
and yet I still want to sleep
I should get to bed


the keyboard sounds off
thud thud thwack thud thud thwack thud
it does not help me


think therefore I am
when I thinks I falls asleep
not right now I don't


I want to sleep now
I should get to bed sooner
I should be awake


people are here now
people should not see me sleep
that would not be good

inside I am warm
the world rains cold outside
I sit in my seat

haircuts down the hall
she stands curvy, sweet and blond
glass seperates us

Christmas came and went
our gifts were few and many
inside I am warm

stern, powerful man
responsible for monday
or was it tom hanks


that is the haiku for today. Letterman did a monologue on Cheney and torture it was a bit of a running gag. Maybe it has been for a while. I've not seen it in a while. The really interesting bit is that the commentary before it at least in Maine was advocating torture. I got to wondering how many issues come up because at some point two people had something to prove to each other. And I thought that torture might be just such and issue. I don't know... I was blown away by the contrast. I wondered if there might be some intelligent design behind it.

it is late sunrise
He shouts against all comers
who can be right now

Sadness not to play
seven and 1 half written
rules are important

seven and 1 half
we do not understand it
be careful drinking

disconnect, he shouts
you only have table stakes
he would disagree

mystic dies

mystic died last night
a beautiful black cat
our friend will be missed