Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A short post involving only references to other things.

Whooo. My head is all full of ee cummings poetry. you know. stuff like this:

 it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;

....and all the rest of it. And I sort of feel like I've had just a smidgen too much port wine. Even though I haven't had any, it being a Tuesday afternoon and me being at work. But damn it all if my glass isn't half full, or rose colored or other positive metaphors involving glass.

Oh don't get me wrong; I'm still waiting to drop my toast, buttered side down, absorbing the detritus of actual real life and all the other things we individuals collect and bring to offer another person. "Nice to meet you, here's my dirty buttered toast."

Okay then. I'm going to take Shirley Maclaine's advice at the very end of this clip. Only because I'm more C.C. Baxter than Fran Kubelik.

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