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….
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee.
Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy.
Now he is thankful for people like the woman that works at the local bakery. Sam sees the best the best in people, and that’s a good thing.
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
He and she, will forever be.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
He’s never wrong.
So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.
So it goes. So it goes.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
He never socializes with his co-workers.
Spending quality time with no one.
Without warning, her coffee maker died.
He’s eating donuts, while skipping rope.
He never liked being a conversationalist.
She’s on the balcony, star gazing.
She’s known as the naked poet.
Her smile shows her pearly whites.
Her eyes are gleaming with love.
He water skis on the snow.
Its all good, said the barber.
For breakfast, she eats cat food.
Relaxing remembering of times gone by.