Took a day off work today.
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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Spent the day contemplating your “Jenga Pile” and decided it really was “Pick-Up Sticks” instead?
That’s the plan; I’ll let winter take care of it.
Imagine how sorry you’re gonna be if it tumbles down whilst Bowling Pin is sheltering himself in its shade. ESPECIALLY after Mommy sees what killed him…
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I’m pretty sure the only one who’d miss Bowling Pin would be me and the pigs.
Why do I have a mental image of Bowling Pin standing way out on the end of a precariously-stacked chunk of wood as he repeatedly jumps up and down while quacking, er, clucking, whatever? See, this is how my brain works before the coffee kicks in. After, too, actually. I should go back to work now.