You know that little kid, with the big smile,
waving to you out of the backseat window of a car,
as it speeds by you,
while you sit at the traffic lights?
I know that kid!
… or I used to.
note: I sometimes pretend I’m going to a cool place: … it’s a placebo holiday … or something like that.
double note: Ihaven’tbeentothespacebarforawhile.Iwonderifit’sthesameoldcrowd?
triple note: sorry I have been a bit infrequent frequenting your blogs. I’m working on something very hush hush.
mmm … what do bloggers want to do with their blogs eventually?
No! not delete them like Tony does!
I meant other bloggers.
notes to myself #153
You slowly change, but there is no “pupa” stage involved.
Do you think you are going to turn into a butterfly … or something?