only saps are happy

i am feeling strangely antisocial the last few days--
something to do with the stress of work,
a lack of sleep, and malaise.
I am antsy and feel the need to keep busy,
but lack the desire to do anything--
all is higgletty piggletty...
I've been reading all the blogs on my
sidebar, but don't much feel like commenting,
sorry...
but i am enjoying your posts.
There is packing to do
and housework
and yardwork
and paperwork
and some of it cannot wait for a week.
The anticipation of vacation
and seeing my wife may be affecting me
adversly...
who can say?
Anyway, here is a strange doodle
and a stranger poetic offering:

Only saps are happy

In the far reaches I've learned to look for aliens
they hook and crook in nooks and crannies
and while I crane, gathering cricks in my neck
yes I save them for a rainy day when they emerge
cranky and abusive,
the little rascals twirl plastic mustaches
rescued from a dust bin
and screech in mechanized clicks and whirs
for no other reason than to be annoyed
and argumentative, for it seems
everywhere in the universe
or in our minds
subversion and reckless crotchetry
are monocles into general beingness;
he who said living in a vacuum sucks
must have known living in a quandary blows.

Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXvI

The Mysteries of Life explained , in code :

I have kindof blindly cruised through the Blogland and found that most Bloggers in the land of Blog are foreign speaking , that is speaking a different language other then English , or twelve . I have no ability in reading anything except English , and also I am not twelve . Therefore I have decided that other Bloggers in Blogland hold no interest for me . I am alone . Of course , that means that the other-than-English-speaking-Bloggers and the twelve year olds have no interest in me , too . Either , also and for-too-so .
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Whew , I am relieved ; now I can just blog on and on about stuff that I have always longed to , and not keep forcing myself to write only what I thought other Bloggers wanted to hear . This , because I now know nobody is reading this : the twelve year olds could care less and the other-than-English-speakers cannot read it anyway . To them it looks like this : 90833588#%%2537897&*&(?:LLKOug9jifjii woof woof duck , turtle.
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First in my arsenal is the fact that I have trouble reading tea leaves . I drink a lot of tea , so of course I think I should really be good at this . It would be great to start the day off with a cup of tea and then know what will happen for the remainder of the day . Like : watch out , there is a box that will fall off onto your head , so be sure to look up . Or : that lady who drives you bonkers will do it again today ; you should just turn around and go the other way . And : ho-hum ; it will be boring from around 10:30 to 11:45 so maybe sharpen your pencil and do a crossword . A 5 letter word for cavort is frisk .
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I am starting to experiment with the tea reading . It is sort of difficult , because I prefer Lipton tea . Not many leaves . At first I tried Maple leaves from the yard . Then I just dunked some Frosted Flakes from my bowl into my teacup . That was sort of messy , but tasted better than the Maple leaves . Have I peeked the interest of any twelve year olds yet ?
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I have decided against reading tea leaves . Of course , it was a success , but in retrospect , knowing that you will fill out multiple reports and receive several venders and post bills and log this and log that and order a couple of these and some of those just isn’t the sort of thing a person wants to think about at 4:30 in the morning over a cup of mushy tea . I prefer sitting in my socks and moaning for a few minutes . Ahhhhhhhhgggg . Uhhhhhhhhhhg . Blluubbbbblubuh blublabuhb . Zzzzzzzzzzz .
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So far this is the most accurate account I have blogged of my life , and it is all because I have stopped writing for the masses and instead for only myself : the only person in Blogland who is reading this . So there , all you plfff wobum speakers and twelve-sies . Goodnight , and good luck .
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Who said that ?

Day I : Experimenting with Roman numerals .

Ha , just kidding .

So , this is my my first attempt at a blog : apologies in advance .

And , i have written a book ; it may not be very good , at least no agents or publishers seem interested ( perhaps because I am a lousy salesman ) ; thus far it has been previewed by some locals , that is personal folk -- as opposed to those unknown types -- and has received glorious ( they didn't say it sucked ) reviews .

I guess this space is an attempt at working on technique , along with mass wordage and punctuation experimentation -- i get off on long sentences -- and is mostly for fun , as it will doubtless get no readership : so what !

If however you do stumble across this , also check out my flickr page ; it is wicked-cool -- or at least it has some pictures of flowers and some buildings and stuff , too ...
http://flickr.com/photos/motman/2548314397/

Other than the book , i mess about with short stories and poetry ; most everything is on the strange side , and i have a fondness for worms . Check it out :

out of the dirt
like agony you dance
a fish out of water
contortionist worm
return to the earth
dive, push, thrive in the soil of your birth
complete the circle: beginning; end.

Or this , at least it sort of rhymes , even if it lacks conventional structure :

Take a picture of the worm! See it wriggle!
It delights, it excites, it entices glee!
To most the worm’s a blight,
Slimy to the touch; and squiggly.
But look at us, we love the thing:

it’s wiggly!

Don't expect many compelling political or social views ; plenty of other folk are better informed than me , and more willing to spread their sometimes inane views around ; not to say some ain't arguably intelligent , but most aren't as gifted as George Will , who loves baseball so he must be a genius besides . Go George !