word x six equals 6 words
whatever it is … then its it
lazy ass day, it feels great.
being a nonconformist, can be exhilarating
saturday morning. black coffee. digital crosswords.
four months done. eight to go.
its Sunday, but there’s no sun
a beautiful day to be outside
striking out in the thoughts department
relax … just go with the flow.
sunny. warmer. trees are getting greener.
another blah, rainy April Saturday morning
spring is taking a momentary vacation
shitty weather day in the neighborhood.
seagulls circling above. looking for food.
if its noon, time for eating
a gloomy, chilly, overcast, sunday morning.
another balmy day. all is good.
spring has sprung. birds are happy.
sitting on the couch. dozing off.
daydreaming in the night time. yep.
another windy day in the neighborhood.
another day dealing with brain cramps.
walking on air. no better feeling.
suffering brain cramps. nonexistent thought(s) processing.
where have you gone Jack Kerouac?
new month. new day. same year.
10:00 p.m. its dark. Its quiet.
a new day. a normal life.
drab. dark. gloomy. shitty. crappy day.
she’s all sunshine, bouyancy and giggles.
friday afternoon at the supermarket. chaos.
spill the beans. face gets redder.
to know thyself, works for me.
Sun is shining. Birds are happy.
Morning thought: coffee, self medicating stimulant.
Sunday morning. Somewhat awake. Need coffee.
Sunday silence. Sunday sun. Sunday serenity.
Naked trees. Crows cawing. Blue sky.
Another night of cold, gusty winds.
Coffee: it livens up the mood.
Strong winds. Power outages. Nature’s doing.
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
Good conversation. Great times. Happy people.
Into the void. No exit found.
Do it yourself, works for me.
High on life is all good.
Lazy day. Idling by. Forward moving.
Walking in freshly falling snow. Heavenly.
Watching the canary do his thing.
Watching old Andy Griffith on Sundance.
I’m old school…. because I’m old.
Lack of thoughts. Mind’s on vacation.
Gloomy weather casts a weary face.
So… here I sit, doing nothing.
Life: it is what it is.
Keeping the beat. Life is grand.
Walking on eggshells. An uncomfortable feeling.
I am I. You are you.
Plodding along like an old ox.
No coffee. No reason staying awake.
Late Sunday morning. Snowflakes descending gracefully.
Power naps. Recharges the low batteries.
Snow, wind, ice. A perfect trifecta.
Brain freeze. Brain cramp. Warped mind.
Think freely. Speak freely. Live freely.
Eat, drink, and sleep. Repetitive rituals.
Its February. Its snowing. Its wonderful.
Soon, better days are coming. Maybe.
Mug of hot coffee. All good.
Cold. Not record cold. Just cold!
The wind tells a unique tale.
Kicking back. Relaxed. Long day, done.
Read a book. Nourishing mind food.
Gazing into space. Contemplating what if.
Another gusty windy day. Oh my.
The canary is tweeting his songs.
Its 4:24 PM, all is good.
Change is good, replied the cashier.
Did you hear? No I didn’t.
Slip, sliding, spinning on the ice.
Pouring rain. Walking outdoors on standby.
New year. New month. New day.
Brand new day. Same old shit.
Sunday frame of mind. All good.
2020 finished. Time to move on.
Yesterday’s rain washed the snow away.
Walking on crunchy snow. Beautiful feeling.
Chasing the American dream. Its elusive.
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
A head filled with scatterbrain ideas.
A toast to the human madness.
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Living the life of a nomad.
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….