2.28.13 What a creepy month. Bring on March.
2.23.13 350, wracked with gout, the tables click by at a shocking rate, but 1000 seems an eternity away.
2.21.13 348 means something to one or two people:
2.19.13 Those are my feet but I'm under the Table hiding away:
2.14.13 Something new...hmmm...I've got it! A table! Table 2.14.13:
2.12.13 Typical reaction to my new jazzy paperwerk.
2.8.13 Sometimes the blur is closer to the truth. (no. 345):
Exploring the nature of, the subjective componet's part of, the reflection in the mirror's hue, of failure. My new muse.
2.5.13 Winter gets deep into one's head.
1.31.13 What's up, Buttercup? It's all Tables all the time.(no.342)
1.30.13 A lotus eater by any other name...