'Twas a deep dark place, where I was going...and fast!                                                                                          Copyright © 2009 Bad Neighbor & SPS
The momentum one builds, going down-hill, is considerable.
Indeed, it seemed I couldn't stop myself: I was...

Hey! Stop fidgeting!
I'm trying to explain what happened to me, only
(was it only?) a few years ago...
Listen up. Pay attention. And stop clicking...

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Drag me somewhere where I can get me a
drink, eh? Or drive me to distraction, one!



Aw, never mind.
Somethin's gotta grab ya...
Maybe a song; or a poem? Or a sketch? Something.
Yeah. Well, we'll see. We'll see...


    Forego the fevered musings, to fix
        or mend what is truely broken.
        Expressed, they'd seem and be vain, 'ere spoken.
    And feigned: Life is not a matter of tricks.

        Resent only the preoccupation
            with self that keeps one mired in the past.
            'Tis not the slings and arrows' pains that last            And, like spoiled children, they try
        but the habit of paying attention                                        one's patience to the point of distraction,
                                                                                                  and beyond. And, beyond? Satisfaction
            to them!                                                                    's a will'o wisp -- always far, seeming nigh.            Memory is a well, from which a draught
                                                                                                                                                                             of kindness may be sipped, and then forgot.