Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Begin poetic musings

I saw a little mouse skitter across the street from an abandoned mill to a small abandoned house. He said "I need a change of pace, I need a place to call home." It was sweet in a way, how eager he was. I can empathize as I skitter through my life from home to home, sometimes from hovel to hovel, and I think that someday I will stay somewhere.

When I find that place I will bolt my couch to the floor and waterproof the television set. That way even once I'm gone, even if that place is abandoned, I will still live there, and as my soul escapes its fleshly domicile, as it crosses the street it will whisper an invitation to the little mouse to stay and keep house while I am away.

end transmission


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