and then one evening everything was fine
and then one evening everything was good
the words that spilled had been put neatly away
everything was met by the warm dry air
it all settled in a way that was easy to make peace with
what was there was there
it could be looked upon
it was all the same
the mind could deal
the soul was at ease
leaves many layers up
waved fluttering green
It was a picture.
But on June 26th I wrote this long drawn out joke thing and the opening line was
this guy is burn with a rare mutation that causes his skin to be on fire all the time,
I wrote 'burn' instead of 'born'.
BUT! It's a joke about a guy whose skin is constantly on fire.
So 'burn' actually kinda fits.
That's like some James Joyce level stuff.
Finnegan's Wake and all that.
I'm really excited to start this new camp. I made all the plans today and I think it's going to be great.
