Monday, May 5, 2008

Workaday Haiku

It’s a cold, hard world
But my bed is soft and warm.
You think that’s a choice?


  1. Evening yoga class
    It felt inevitable
    Some lady farted

  2. Oh michael, "inevitable." What a fabulous word to work into a haiku, I bow before a master. Baiter.


In Which We Take a Trip

  I was reminded of the following story by this charming illustration I stumbled across on Tumblr.  It is a sheet of blotter acid from back ...