And so it had finally passed: my imagination, having heard enough of my rationalizations, turned to me, gnashed its teeth, and shuffled off to bed.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to this work, for no other reason than to put a conventional wind to my sails, to stop a free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally incoherent and long-winded canvasses of thought. James Majoros http://cavalcades.blogspot.com/
Turtle Winks
Archive
-
▼
11
(253)
-
▼
January
(36)
- 'tis the Season
- Sometimes...
- Gently...
- Aye...
- The Switch-a-Roo...
- ...
- ...
- Truth...
- ...
- Gigs...
- Two + A Bird...
- Building Rome in Clinton...
- Detriments...
- Scrapped Notes...
- Types...
- Imagination...
- ...
- Progress...
- Rewards...
- Control...
- Dancing...
- Prisms
- Today...
- Be it Political or Religious
- Lessons Learned...
- Values...
- More Productive
- Princesses, & Swarovskis, & Pillow Sniffers...
- Laws of Attraction--Redux
- Laws of Attraction....
- Communication...
- And so it is...
- Wisdom...
- Not a Mad Dash...
- Getting Across Town...
- L.F.H.
-
▼
January
(36)
No comments:
Post a Comment