Monthly Archives: October 2011

Today is a day for one-uppers…or those who refuse to fit in.

Some days, she is hard to keep pace with. Some days, I don’t even lace up.

Atalanta must be my muse. She pushes me out, and there I see.

The devil roams ’round day and night. Only God rests. Naps, then, are divine.

Old Barn seems worn down, as if nothing new appeared under the warm sun.

Routine: the father of “What can I get away with?” Like…does this count?

Fed only by the fake I hate, misplaced, this place is not camp or coast.