Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

A STATA assignment looms over my head, like a dull sword of damacles or the sensation of driving slower after velocification has set in. I'm doing laundry, clothes the only thing that seem to be being productive at this exact moment, hip hop reberberates through the speakers with each thump, thump, thump of the x to the z. Last night I let my tongue drip honeyed words into a beautiful ear across lines hanging from wooden poles like old spider webs gone black from age, even though it was contained within caveat and warning. Tonight is a dinner of slain bird that lived happily enough, with a cousin that is officially out of the closet. Tomorrow is studying world music then "studying" world cinema. The days after that are a series of examinations, each day bringing forth a new topic. Wednesday afternoon should give a reprieve of a farmer's market never afore visited.

To be or not to be...

Written On: Brother's Computer
Currently Listening: Xzibit - Losing Your Mind hip hop warning