Alas — with the recent half-death/zombification of my previous laptop, exile to the Swamp of the Great Unwashed, and my (most improbable) overly-extended stint as a corporate lackey, Solocrow has suffered the slings and arrows of my outrageous (but not surprising) inattention. (more…)
This decaf is killing me, thought the green ninja.
Maybe whipped cream would help.
“I wandered lonely as a cloud…” murmured the black ninja aloud to himself.
Pfft. I bet Wordsworth was an insufferable ass while on vacation, thought the black ninja.
Most poets are.
Maybe I should put on some of that fruity-smelling sunscreen, thought the green ninja.
Otherwise I’m gonna have weird tan lines.
Natives, thought the black ninja.
Words fail.
