thirtyfootscrew’s Neighborhood

Wow, it's been awhile. Well I'm sick right now or I'd blog about a year of blog posts I could have made and didn't, but I was just lazily browsing my bookmarks between coughs and sneezes and found this place. Maybe I'll update it more often.

Over the hill of brown is a red dawn,
A fireball glows, and seeps blood,
Drip, and drip again, it wont run dry,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

There's a tree in a yard, it's alone,
It's twilight, and the bark glows,
Eeerie grey, scares it's friends away,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

Beneath the sea there's a peak,
It rises bodly, permeating flat,
It's archaic, wise and stern,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

There's a twinkle nigh that sky,
Burning with fury in its spot,
Night after night it shimmers,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

There's a word on that page,
Its meaning is elderly, it's tested,
Its true, studied, they call it just,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

That book there, in your hand,
You read, what do you grasp,
Just what you intend to find,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.

Over the hill of brown is a red dawn,
A fireball glows, and seeps blood,
Drip, and drip again, it wont run dry,
It's cold, there is no life in it.

At the end of the book I die.
I don't want to write it, not another word.
I want to sit in the wind and laugh
I want to be in this place and feel.
The actions I take write for me
I can't stop it, but I'd try.
Even a legacy immortal, I can't enjoy
For eternities beyond infinity I lie
My elements touch ends of galaxies
Just as before they became mine
They forgot me long before light ended.
The existence now vast, empty, and cold
Our material particles spread too thin
Worlds ended long before the atom
Gravity is irrelevant and defeated
The laws of nature lose their canvas
While there is nothing to view the empty place.
No one knows I existed in space
A sad future, but there is no time
No account of when, what, why
The mind had it's time, long passed
The universe doesn't exist without inhabitants
The book ended without The End
And I didn't exist in it.

This is my entry in Brownamazon's Second Official Vox Stalking Sweepstakes.  I must say that this was harder than I thought it would be, for various reasons, none of which I can tell you without giving away who I am writing about.  I could not get this to work as a letter, so I've (sort of) turned it into something more like a poem.  Guess who...

My darlings,
we girls, we
have to stick together. 
You are my hot suede,
my peach fuzz, my sweet
willful velvet joy.  
There is no other truth
than this.
I am needed and needy,
obsession and obsessed,
possessor and possessed,
keeper and kept. 
You are, each, one
half of my heart.
Where I go, you go. 
When I rise, you rise.  
When I sleep, you dream. 
I am yours, you
are mine and each other's
and nobody's
in particular. 

I want to thank Ben and Mena, Six Apart, and Vox for a lovely home here for the past year or so. I really like this blogging platform, but I decided I'd prefer to host my blog on Leoville.com, so new posts will now go to

Hello, good Vox people.

I thought I'd just stop by the AT&T store at noon just to see if there was a line. There was, and fearing I wouldn't get a phone in time to review it for Saturday's radio show I got out my folding chair and joined the line as number 13. Six hours later I got my iPhone. This is the last video from my poor old Nokia N95.

I'm in the middle of the radio show so I'll make this brief. I can't search on Google. In Firefox, Safari, and directly from the Google site I get the same error message:

Google 403 Screen Cap

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