Hey Shmata Queen,
There is a guy out here typing away upon a keyboard wondering what words can do. Will he find out if there is power to fan the flames of a fire that keeps burning?
Tales Of Fishing--
Hey Shmata Queen,
Should I share tales of fishing with you or simply let you guess what it is I am thinking or going to do.
Should I go for broke and say what the fuck or of handle things in a different way.
Guess we'll find out what I choose to do, won't we.
Should I share tales of fishing with you or simply let you guess what it is I am thinking or going to do.
Should I go for broke and say what the fuck or of handle things in a different way.
Guess we'll find out what I choose to do, won't we.
Kicking The Tires
Yeah, I am here, kicking the tires and checking to see if everything works.
Got the engine to turn over and now we have to see if the damn thing runs as well as it once did.
Got the engine to turn over and now we have to see if the damn thing runs as well as it once did.
The Engine Still Fires Up
Looks like the engine here still fires up and turns over. Nice to see the keys still work and the wheels still turn.
How refreshing is it to come back to our writing homes and know they are still around.
Sometimes I wonder if this place is destined to live forever or to gradually fade away, but for now it appears that things will continue.
How refreshing is it to come back to our writing homes and know they are still around.
Sometimes I wonder if this place is destined to live forever or to gradually fade away, but for now it appears that things will continue.
Did You Miss Me?
Did you miss me dear reader? Did you notice I have been absent or was the silence acceptable?
I have been saying I would come back to visit and been trying to get here. Maybe not hard enough, but trying nonetheless.
Life has been hectic, my dad got real sick and eventually died. That made coming by here a little harder.
Not because I didn't want to, but because I only had so much energy to spare. But here I am checking in and looking around to see what needs work and what needs polishing.
A quick visit and then I'll be off...for a bit.
But I'll be back.
I have been saying I would come back to visit and been trying to get here. Maybe not hard enough, but trying nonetheless.
Life has been hectic, my dad got real sick and eventually died. That made coming by here a little harder.
Not because I didn't want to, but because I only had so much energy to spare. But here I am checking in and looking around to see what needs work and what needs polishing.
A quick visit and then I'll be off...for a bit.
But I'll be back.
The Blog That Never Dies
Sometimes I wonder if this place is fated to be the blog that never dies because every time I think it is on it is final gasp it is revived.
Never as it once was but always more than a shell.
This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again.
I kind of like that thought.
Never as it once was but always more than a shell.
This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again.
I kind of like that thought.
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