"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

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Rest in peace

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight

Dust accumulates on everything, 
drifting death deposited in even layers. 
Who are you, then, with the audacity 
to wipe away these resting places? 
Philosophy only gets you so far
in an onslaught of turbulent sneezing. 
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  1. Ron.April 28, 2026 at 2:28 PM

    I take it then that cookie crumbs on bedsheets don't have the same ethereal connection

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