Sporadically Brian
11/10/17: Paying for it Now
Our promised plastic paradise Has putrefied somehow With too tall tails and caterwauls Silk as spun from a sow Counterfeit claims of highest aims Have reached the lowest brow Blessed be them never bought it [...]
11/9/17: The Road to Nurfworld
In the beginning, was an idea. It wasn't a new idea. Perhaps the oldest idea of all... the very first one. And being first, it naturally became that which drove all others. Down the road of [...]
11/8/17: A Brain-Sized Goblet
I select my Steinert number three blowpipe. It's appropriately thick and heavy. The tip glows. The furnace roars. I open doors and gather. The first gather is small. A base on which to build. It's [...]
11/7/17: A Good Boy
Yup... I was a good boy. I can't really prove this but it's something I'm deciding to believe is true and I do have some evidence that many of the adults in my early life [...]
11/6/17: I Don’t Run Anymore
I don’t run anymore I don’t run anymore Going someplace, don’t know where No big hurry to get there So I don’t run anymore Used to run from place to place Never slowed my [...]
11/5/17: Death and Hospital TV
My very first "real job" was in a Hospital. In my home town of Rochester, Minnesota (population around 55,000 at the time) the main employer was (and still is) the world famous Mayo Clinic and affiliated [...]