March 10th, 2010


Sometimes one may just make odd sounds.

Wrapped and rapt and awaiting the wafting wallop of the warped.
Wracking, wrangling, wrestling, wrecked: rashly racked 'til ravens rock.

...ahhhh, doggerel. Can be oh so satisfying to write.

P.S. The end of line 2 is sort of inspired by S.J. "s00j" Tucker, who I will see two weeks from now. This makes me happy.