Scattered on the wind

[Bert Notorius]

The wind is ever present here, at least when the wind is blowing. The kids have mostly drifted off to other places with their flighty new women. The parents are both in the clouds. The dog's life force is leaking out like stale air from a 10 year old bicycle tire. The Stork is carpet bombing babies from the sky like screaming Dresden dolls everywhere I look. Winter is the new spring.

The only constant is flux.

 

[jomar]

If you wrote a book it would be hard to read, but might be appreciated posthumously by academics.

 

[Bert Notorius]

If you wrote a book it would be hard to read, but might be appreciated posthumously by academics.

Sure. Just blow in and swirl off. I bet your real name is Eddy.

 

[Morcheeba]

Isn't this the most mildest winter in years? Will the Ground Hog see his shadow in a few hours? Even Robert Frost is rolling now.

 

[Morcheeba]

Sure. Just blow in and swirl off. I bet your real name is Eddy.

He reads books in the nude, how bout you?

 

[Super-Surprise]

If it's windy....build a windmill!

 

[Batch]

Too mild.

Did winter arrive?

 

[Bert Notorius]

I was watching a movie the other night in which the main character could freeze time. He took his lover out into the falling snow and as they walked through the stilled flakes, they left body shaped wormhole tunnels.

 

[neci]

not yet.

 

[Batch]

I try not to watch movies with uncertainty in them, as of late.

 

[Bert Notorius]

I try not to watch movies with uncertainty in them, as of late.

What is it about our nature to seek out things to worry about? That period of time, the first few seconds upon slipping from sleep, when you first realize that indeed you survived the night is the only conscious respite in a day's worth of trouble mining. Enough alcohol applied to the brain can sometimes duplicate the process, but it's a band-aide. Lately I look like I've been thrown in that there brier patch.

 

[Johnny_Ray_Wilson]

What is it about our nature to seek out things to worry about? That period of time, the first few seconds upon slipping from sleep, when you first realize that indeed you survived the night is the only conscious respite in a day's worth of trouble mining. Enough alcohol applied to the brain can sometimes duplicate the process, but it's a band-aide. Lately I look like I've been thrown in that there brier patch.

It is a natural process. Once we feel we have conquered our largest threat in our lives, we welcome the lesser challenges that truly ails us. Every rose has its' thorns.

 

[butters]

i would read a book written by you, bert. do you have an actual blog, or is lit your blog-dump?

 

[tactful]

The Hawk, howls in the night,
best have that hood up.