Who would have thought that status updates could yield such creative fruits?
Sara is wanting to write a poem
I was suffering from locked-in syndrome, writing a book with an eyelid,
When I had a visit from a prophet appearing as a garden gnome,
A walking fortune cookie dispensing excellent advice.
We're still seeing rabbits in the moon,
Getting carried away in the stream of idiom like a drunk on a subway train.
Mostly mute, injured again, drowning in a sea of puke.
A torn-up front yard is in my future very soon.
I'm letting the wookie win.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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