Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Not failing is a missed opportunity

I would love to fuck Katrina. I think she's beautiful. Yes, the havoc, the death and destruction she has wrought are horrific. But that's just because we were in the way. She knoweth no evil, she just is.

I saw her and I wanted to stand up to her wrath and have her strip me and blow me and pelt me with her wet slaps and her stormy monday freight train rumbling wind blown wall of water. Sea crash fuck me Katrina and keep your eye on me. Humble fuck me and teach me who is really in charge, windy wench

Mud slides and lightning lights and twisters twist and tsunamis inundate and waves tidal and cyclones circle and the earth rumbles and quakes without evil intent.

We just get in the way.