Silent no more

My friend mocks my silence. Yet, his posting is followed by his silence. Strange coincidence?

I've committed myself, once again to post regularly to my blog...at least annually. It's the least I can do.

My life feels like a circus...or a long family vacation. Everything is crazy and all I can do is embrace it. I just sold my house and am living in limbo (maybe purgatory) for the next six months while we build a house. I'm looking forward to this process and learning through it. However, it feels like everything is out of control.

I guess that's just life. If it wasn't crazy, it would be boring. I choose crazy.

A bad high koo

Sandry is silent.
Where, oh where, oh where is she?
We mock her absence.

Ha Cha Cha Your Mom

Beard dandruff sets fire
No more prose for the weary
Except Ha Cha Cha

Ha cha cha...

Really, what else do you need to say? Ha cha cha says it all...

My Fro is Aglow...

My friend has returned
With a post, some prose, and soup
My earwax is glad

I'm in a sea of atonal wanderings

"Matt"

My intellectual capacity is spent by your blogposts
There's no way to match
Yellow beards, tasty butter, and hair pieces in your soda
My microphone echoes a-tonal wanderings...
There's an earwig in my soup

Honk

There is a hair piece in my soda
I ordered it last night
There is a soda in my hair piece
Do I drink or do I bite?

My Collegues Are Silent

My beard is yellow
I don't know who to turn to
I ate some butter