On Th Bl n Wh Mix Color-Thing"On That Black and White Mixture Color-Thing"[Ugh.] I cannot tell you how much I dislike the color grey. No, I lied; I can. For starters, it's not even a color. It's a mix of two other non-colors, black and white. I mean, I can tolerate black or white because they're special (plus they're "opposites", so they are essential to the world of light and darkness.) But...grey... is the most "blah" of all the colors. It makes no visual stimulation; a person doesn't walk up to a grey wall and say, "Oh my! This wall is strikingly grey! I just cannot believe how grey this wall is! Oh, the impact on my eyes! Grey!" You see my point. Grey can also be used as a euphamism for being neither high nor low ("grey area"). I don't know about you, but I'd rather be one of the extremes and know exactly where I can head instead of being labeled "grey" and perpetually vacillating between my choices. I'm already wishy-washy as it is! Don't get me wrong; there are plenty grey things that I love, like my [soon
On Shiny Round Things"On Shiny Round Things"That doorknob over there--on my door--sure is shiny. I mean, who ever thought of coloring doorknobs some terribly cheesy shade of "gold"? Does it make me look any richer? I can just hear the guests raving, "Have you seen the doorknobs in this house? I've been permanently blinded!" The thing's bound to get smudged with fingerprints anyway with all the handling it takes. Heck, its shape is pathetic too, what, with its sickeningly circular body that protrudes from another cone-like disc of the same figure. With all this circle business, it's a phenomenon how people can actually grab hold of the knob, let alone turn it! Oh, and don't get me started on those push-button locks. Again with the circles... Why couldn't I have had some triangular purple velvet knob installed? Maybe then even the locks wouldhave to be a little more creative. Though it is a bit clever--the inner design of the lock, I mean. With the first push, the contraption becomes unable to rotate from t
Third Law of Motion"Third Law of Motion"pairsofheartscollideandrelaybackfromwhencetheycame,renderedlonely
Riddle Me Captivated"Riddle Me Captivated"From far-off lands I comeAnd price myself quite high.My juices, wrung from that which someMay come to hate, and some may come to love,Often mold into masks of pretense,wit, seduction, et cetera, et cetera.To reside in my glass castle,My fate.To serve others and their own selfish desires,My duty.Though now, even filthy peasantsmay come to claim me as their own.It is depressing, really.
Assorted Non-HaikuAssorted Non-Haiku(Some are real, some are would-be's, some are just funky, but they all do the 5-7-5. )Rock tells Fire, "Where wouldI be without my partneror you without me?"Heart feels heavy to-night like a water balloonsagging in its weight.They all stand in fearatop their mountain of dirt.Fear the garden hose.Synthetic rosesline the head to her bed; shesleeps in discomfort.Egyptian perfumecan consume your senses orcause your nose to bleed.As I write haikuI must count on my fingersand sound syllables.Sleepy spheres of sight,I beseech you bid me rest,not dote upon night.
I likedthe coffeeflavored ones"I liked the coffee-flavored ones"What was a boybut a vacuum bagof cooties?What was detentionbut a mountainof dictionaries?What was the ice cream truckthat never rolled aroundmy block?Frankly, I don't know,but it suremakes me considerbecoming an ice creamwoman.
the cure by emichan"the cure"encapsuledwith common sense,I am downedwith a vengeance.