They say any landing you can walk away from is a good one. I guess that means I'm fine as long as I don't crash. These are the whimsical musings of a wanna be writer. Often mixed with a tinge of insanity, caused by isolation and just a hint of satire. This blog is an experiment in complete openness and honesty with total strangers. Enjoy
Monday, March 21, 2011
I met A genius
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty. Charles Bukowski
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