A brief window

The bus line #5 is coming in ~10min.

I am wasting time blogging, waiting for the bus to take me into town for a beer and some dancing.

Will it be fun? Depends...

I wonder if Green is having fun. She always did/does. Green seems to surround me, intoxicate me, suffocate me. The Green of old for sure did this.

It's a nice color green.

OK gotta go.

slight detour...

OK. no time to continue my tale. SanFern Valley must wait.

But a friend was reading some of her poems so I decided to write another of my ditty here.

Of course what prompted me was this quote from my iGoogle page.
(from www.quotationspage.com)

A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.
-Robert Heinlein

well I certainly have nasty habits so there's no shame for my public verse here. I won't comment on whether my friend has nasty habits too, but I don't think so.

dededi do da,
quite a nasty bruha
and a short sharp shock
didide da do
lovely lolita low
on bowed beer bock

I guess my imagery is shrouded in beer. What does it mean? I have no idea, but it sounds nice to me. And that's all that matters.

sehr komisch

not really. it's just I've have a couple (several) beers and now I spew forth. Viellecht du sagst das wenn habe ich viele bier getrocken, dann spreche ich besser Deutsch?

Naturlich.

It's the same with talking to people. Get a little beer in yah and off ya good gabbin about nuthin.

well, not me. I'm different. OK different from most people but probably not from most bloggers or readers of blog. we are of the same species.

the meek shall inherit the earth, but in the mean time we will try to kill each other as best we can... no?