Oregano Aroma

Currently listening to: the birds' songs of beautiful places in the distance



Today I looked at the world upside down.
It's better that way. The sun no longer sinks behind the hills-- it spills into the sky.
The trees join in merry raduno about the-- into the blue scattered with nebulous thinkers.

The formerly barred fence is totally jumpable; restrain restraints for a single or extended moment.
This world of ours, or of theirs,
or of the sky's.

Upside down is my favourite state of being. It's just too bad that blood flows the way it does.

'come on come on come on get through it
come on come on come on




love's the greatest thing
that we have


I'm waiting for that feeling to come'

In and Out of That

Mass production of sloppiness.

And I do mean mass--massy mess.
I do also lose mass-- no, wait. I lose weight.

And matter, too. What does it matter, after all? I'm still alive!

Alive and producing-- mess producing. Sloppiness. But, slippity slapping slop as it may be, it's still being breathed into sloppy existence.

Soak in the beauty. And the love, and the beauty, and the love, and the beauty, and and and and...


time to go on and do what one has to do, it is. It is.