January 2010
22 posts
metaphor for life
birdpack:
When there is no more remnants of flesh on the bone do the vultures scrape the marrow? How long can we salvage the debris with hope still in our hearts?
After the swarm departs, what is left?
When our own personal grotesque tree is felled we can only pray that a branch manages to spread a seed. Or will every shard of our legacy be detained and forgotten, along with our souls, in...
Why Bother?
Ever since they took down Tumblarity I’ve stopped caring. ; )
New-Brandiz-Garlic-Heavy-Macaroni-Induced...
time limit
forlunchblogs:
Not long before the beginning of time did the abstract coalesce and remit and put forth onto its vision of itself a legion of wasps, called the Swarm. In and amongst the distractions of space and minute modeled time did the seeds of planetary fertilization become pollinated; the wasps took heath and sanction in the unbridled Swarm that would forever multiply in the occurrent...
The Game of ChatRoulette is Fraught with both Risk...
Until I was corrected and then laughed at, I used to think growntodie’s blog was actually called, or at least pronounced, “Grown Toadie” - like it was about a frog.