December 20, 2005


Sometimes, I hate this.

Clarity comes and goes. Fades in and out, like a mirage in the desert. Clouded thoughts roll across the plains of reason, blocking out all enlightenment. Anger the mantle beneath the crust of understanding, forcing the steam that feeds the clouds. Anger at what? Bah... it matters not. What matters is that anger is not a part of the core.

In the immediate world, focus is found, though elusive. The big picture, however, is hazy. A fargin' blur. Perhaps some transcendental Visine would clear this up... allow me to see over and through the clouds. I doubt it.

I live in a fog.

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 20, 2005 11:48 PM

You, my friend, are in need of the universal clarifier- Black Haus!

Posted by: Raging Mom at December 21, 2005 06:07 AM

Waxing poetic are we?

I've always found the fog is a good place to hide when you don't want to be found.

Posted by: Contagion at December 21, 2005 07:26 AM

I live in a fog and I do just fine. . .

Posted by: oddybobo at December 21, 2005 07:44 AM

if you find a trascendtel detective let me know....please...

I could use one, I also need one that works very cheaply...

the visine may work if you can find it...

this was a beautiful peice...

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at December 21, 2005 09:06 AM

I think we're riding the same train through life right now ... I keep looking for a transfer to a new one but it just isn't coming through.

Posted by: Princess Cat at December 21, 2005 09:31 AM