Saturday, March 17, 2007


Fogbound. Outside, the sky is a dirty white. Now and then rain erodes the snow that fell last night. Fogbound inside the cranial unit, too. Moving in slow motion...a kind of fugue state. Disassociated. Not sad, not happy, not anything identifiable...just...
Passing weather. Excuse the silence. I send you these flowers from my living room as an apology for the long gap. Please stay tuned while we adjust our psychic state...

7 comments:

zhoen said...

No apology warranted. But I'll gladly accept such lovely flowers.

herhimnbryn said...

Waving from the rim of the abyss stop
Apology not nec stop
Just take time to stop, stop

Mr. X said...

We recommend the application of a large bottle of whisky.
You'll certainly feel something identifiable then!

jessie said...

That works for me... but of course you already know that. Same state, different time zone.

LJ said...

Whisky. Hmm. I have tequila, Mr. X, do you think that would work? If so, I'll bring a shot to Herhimnbryn before she falls off the rim of the abyss...and Jess, can you handle something harder than cider these days? Zhoen? Mr. X? Everybody into the pool! And bring the lemons and salt shaker.
Thanks, y'all. It's always comforting to know you're out there.

edvard moonke said...

I was wondering where you'd got to... good to have you back!

jessie said...

Hahaha, I meant the flowers, not the whiskey!
Could someone please pass the Lunesta?