SoCS: Too Much Sh*t

I am not as sharp as I used to be. I never professed to have a steel-trap memory or the ability to retain every piece of knowledge that ever entered through two blue eyes or waxy ear canals. Although, I seem to remember a higher brain-functioning me prior to the age of 50. Could have been a dream. Could be I have a flexible memory. Nevertheless… For the last several years, I have blamed my lack of sharpness on theRead more

Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more