"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Sunday, April 22, 2012

That green fuzzy stuff

Day 22:

Life on
the backside of
a large rock has never
been so interesting
as the time
when there were
not three,
no, not four,
but five ants crawling
up and to the left
of the spot where,
one time,
Joey Bloom was stung
by a yellow jacket
and proceeded
to cry a most unhappy noise
that did awaken all manner
of resting forest animals.
It can
be exhausting
out here.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Broken Bells, The Ghost Inside

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