You know when's the hardest part of blogging...

When you got nothing to say...

My minds been blank since the middle of the month, blink my eyes once or twice and everything seems to pass right by me. I don't know when it began...or even if it began with me... but at some point this month life decided to overtake me. The bastard!

It'll be October soon, the ageless trees will lift their hands and droop their brightned leaves to set the world ablaze.

I truly miss the delightful smell of cedar smoke.

I'll have pictures soon, when I can get around to posting them, internet here is rather ify at the moment. But here... I was meaning to save this for a rainy day, but I guess now will suffice. Done in parody of a certain psycho's works...lets just se if we can guess who... hehe

Midgetate the Midgetator:
I am the frog that croaks at noon,
The violent swirl inside a spoon
My bladder bleeds for redemption.
Level out the fourth wall in me--
The dust will hide your deluge dance
While sickles come to cut us down
From the hands of the jealous gods
Because we loved too brazenly,
Beyond the foaming moon.