It is my lady,
                   
                    O,
                          it is my love!
                   
                    O,
                        that she knew she were...

Dead Water

Sophie and Darren’s personalities smudged  off their frames when touched. They would run like dogs away from change

They growled at him now from across the room. He sniffed and sighed. 

He knew that soon these conditions would cause him to  fall into an anti-mood, his brain making words blur into nothing he could issue response to. 

He finished the conversation he was maintaining with some anonymous body to go hide in a corner where he wouldn’t be bothered.

Punishment for the Zoe.

Every few months I attempt to restart a blog. I try to put something out into the world in blog format that people may or may not read, adore, print out on their walls and base their lives around. 
But every time I get distracted by all the dumb formatting options. 


"Ooohhh this one's PERDY... I CAN MAKE BLUE! maybe I should go try tumblr it's SUUUPER PERDY, they have Coooolll Theemees"


So, (with all these distractions) I never write anything.  So, after about five long minutes of "Zoe, seriously now." I have effectively de-formated my blog as punishment. Maybe I will end up writing something worth someones time now I'm not spending all my time changing my theme every 30 seconds...


Also, I've decided that I like couplet-y poetry most of all, like William Blake's Tyger Tyger...