Haiku
Meditate upon the meaning of this...
I flow around pen
molecular existence
shovel paints by me
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo