carrying across some outlandish words for fun
learning that "tulip" and "turban" come from "cheesecloth"
praising the ice nowadays for that cool hardness
laying out the groundwork for all of the outlets
giving away old books that we no longer read
keeping in mind to take heed of our old holdings
handing out and selling off more of our spare stuff
letting anyone take the things that take up room
thinking twice about going to the southern lands
writing these lines while waiting in line for things
setting up the first new reckoner in five years
having lots to do without having to go out
having restful days after a week of hacking
peeking into the networks and seeing no one
taking a year and still more to end the fighting
sharing meaningful stuff and getting no answer
hoping always that things will become more well-kept
watching time get eaten away by happenings
taking heed in the dry wit of "one-liners day"
hunting for happiness on a week like this one
wanting you to take time to see the time we take
having much less angst nowadays as a shut-in
making the mistake of not getting enough sleep
waking up and nodding off into a dreamland
staying in the loop with the flood of happenings
patching up the fingery writs of the networks
timing this for high noon when the fat old sun shines
taking forever to write this short string of words
ghosting around in the murky night after drinks
having a thing for waking up before the dawn
writing this a week ago to keep the timing
riming up: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
riming down: eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
hearing songs from the eighties while tapping on keys
holding the gold for now and then dumping it quick
shoving the fingered writ up to the old *** hub
making a call not to go to the southern lands
wanting more to stay in the homeland for this year
undoing past setbacks and getting myself up
seeing how no one learned from a few years ago
noting this day to set out for a later trip
fleeing from the rush of the days and weeks and months
hearing the brisk cold wind howl with its lust for might
seeing light sticks rise from films of up-helly-aa!
putting together small bricks that can melt by fire
hearing someone speak in a way no one else can
carving out some words in the snow for this cold week
raising the heat some more while winter tries to win
turning off all the needless tidings that make wrath
finding some everyday things to be lost in time
making bucks with the new rise in the worth of gold
wondering from which far land the word "puzzle" comes
telling myself to bear down and hone in on it
feeling less steadfast about things now than before
drawing bad green deer on "draw a bad green deer" day
dragging the dead horse down the highways of the web
welcoming you to "hell is freezing over day"
backing many things up today on "backwards day"
wondering what happened to the warmer winters
grasping the end of the month as it dwindles fast
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
carrying across some outlandish words for fun
learning that "tulip" and "turban" come from "cheesecloth"
praising the ice nowadays for that cool hardness
laying out the groundwork for all of the outlets
giving away old books that we no longer read
keeping in mind to take heed of our old holdings
handing out and selling off more of our spare stuff
letting anyone take the things that take up room
thinking twice about going to the southern lands
writing these lines while waiting in line for things
setting up the first new reckoner in five years
having lots to do without having to go out
having restful days after a week of hacking
peeking into the networks and seeing no one
taking a year and still more to end the fighting
sharing meaningful stuff and getting no answer
hoping always that things will become more well-kept
watching time get eaten away by happenings
taking heed in the dry wit of "one-liners day"
hunting for happiness on a week like this one
wanting you to take time to see the time we take
having much less angst nowadays as a shut-in
making the mistake of not getting enough sleep
waking up and nodding off into a dreamland
staying in the loop with the flood of happenings
patching up the fingery writs of the networks
timing this for high noon when the fat old sun shines
taking forever to write this short string of words
ghosting around in the murky night after drinks
having a thing for waking up before the dawn
writing this a week ago to keep the timing
riming up: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
riming down: eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
hearing songs from the eighties while tapping on keys
holding the gold for now and then dumping it quick
shoving the fingered writ up to the old *** hub
making a call not to go to the southern lands
wanting more to stay in the homeland for this year
undoing past setbacks and getting myself up
seeing how no one learned from a few years ago
noting this day to set out for a later trip
fleeing from the rush of the days and weeks and months
hearing the brisk cold wind howl with its lust for might
seeing light sticks rise from films of up-helly-aa!
putting together small bricks that can melt by fire
hearing someone speak in a way no one else can
carving out some words in the snow for this cold week
raising the heat some more while winter tries to win
turning off all the needless tidings that make wrath
finding some everyday things to be lost in time
making bucks with the new rise in the worth of gold
wondering from which far land the word "puzzle" comes
telling myself to bear down and hone in on it
feeling less steadfast about things now than before
drawing bad green deer on "draw a bad green deer" day
dragging the dead horse down the highways of the web
welcoming you to "hell is freezing over day"
backing many things up today on "backwards day"
wondering what happened to the warmer winters
grasping the end of the month as it dwindles fast
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
