Motley Moose – Archive

Since 2008 – Progress Through Politics


if i would have a title, insert here, most likely

Oh. Little green box indicates how quick the charge escapes this fone.

This can’t be a diary because I don’t write them.

Probably soon down the road, some decision or technique will poof this post.

If not, I may have to.

I have no theme.

No raison destry rides again.

Maybe no one’ll notice it.

Uh oh.

Crisply swirls of ice breath mist like seaside waves reap coming in

To chill chase comfort forcing air

All windows closed but still it’s there

Another night another dawn from naught to light

And wake upon

The Sunday, the unday, a one day til Monday

Wish there was more fun day

And heat hot more more.