Bleak white canvas
Deep chilled breath
Numbness of fingers
Warmth a forgotten luxury
Empty tree branches
Animals deep sleep
Winter soon comes
I hate writing poetry (don't count on it happening again)
My cable Internet appears to have been fixed. The connection has been dropping with regular frequency from somewhere around 11-12 in the morning until 3:30-4:00 in the afternoon for the last week. The cable guy came by this morning and tested my connections and found a bad splitter. He replaced it and it seems to be doing the trick. I can now stare at my messy living room again.
This entry was never here. Please try to forget all about it.
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See what randomness you inspire:
Shopping cart calling.
Subtle messages received.
Growing enchantment.
Philematophobe.
Fear subsides and walls crumble.
Deosculating.
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