Blame The Covfefe

Not my normal posting for this blog, but reality waxes poetic in hindsight so in the words of Doc Brown, “I figure[d], well, what the hell.”

Just A Few Things I Hate About Washington, D.C.

  • Humidity.
  • Too many people ergo
  • Too much traffic.
  • A non grid-based road system.
  • The road quality makes Ohio’s feel like paradise.
  • It’s really just a big slab of concrete.

Two Things I Like About Washington, D.C.

  • JonBeeVinNah
  • Banana Brain

Inbetween The Things We Do For Others

  • Sometimes you’re too tired to realize you’ve missed I-271N and have to take I-71 all the way up to I-90E.
  • GMC’s UHaul truck is a pos V8 limited to 75mph.
  • No one in D.C. knows about the Clara Barton Parkway.
  • The only way to find the Clara Barton Parkway is while looking for a way around D.C. traffic.
  • Make sure to pack your toiletries in a bag and then leave them on your bed.
  • The furniture a sibling receives is dependent upon what furniture the other sibling claims beforehand.
  • The Old Man has a warehouse’s worth of machining tools and even more stories to go along with them.
  • The neighborhood fox near my parents did not say, “Yum. I ate your cat.”
  • You will spend an inordinate amount of time vacuuming your sister’s car.
  • You would have vacuumed the floor mats but your father soaked them with the hose…it will take more than a day for them to dry out.
  • You are unsure whether or not your sister is making fun of the movie reviews you post on Faceboo.

Feminism Is Dead. FINALLY.

Banana Brain: I need a man…

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December Expressions

I’ve no overcoat but this early
December night begs no
Forgiveness dropping from above
What comes naturally to winter
While tossing around brief gusts
of cutting Canadian Winds.

Both of us dressed like heirs
To something nearly Divine
And we were young, to whom
The world belonged.

We saved our words for the
Decades to come when stolen
Looks under darkened lights
And between burning candles
Would no longer suffice.

And yet what might be left
Unspoken speaks the loudest
In wisdom and echoing clarity.

Reflection casts its truth in colored
Blacks and whites and so perhaps
December had been dining with us
As I have never been more chilled.

And your expressions were deathly pale.

Original concept
29 July 2005