Eighty-three degrees
inside my stuffy cabin
at eight in the morning.
All winter I cursed the cold;
now I curse the heat.
The grasping Monkey Mind,
never content to just be.
- mce
Sunday, July 25, 2010
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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