balls of crumbled paper litter the floor around the trash can the sun dances on her skin, no, the wind plays through her hair, no, her eyes sparkle like fathomless jewels, no insipid wasted ideas gone wrong from brain to hand to pen the rain falls like tears from the unblinking eyes of eternity, yet […]
can you imagine the sheer chance of crawling out of the seas developing into land based creatures sealing gills stumbling about waiting generations to stop groping blindly slowly gaining the skills to become the dominant species centuries of mistakes and refining skills and for what to mumble in made up words kill in the name […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 