Crap

Seriously, all those who come here to read who like poetry, (which begs the question of why you visit here) GO right now over to Blue Abstractions. Meet my dearest friend. She's doing A River of Stones, and I'm in awe. She deserves a few more comments, some encouragement.

For those not poets, well, maybe I should expound a bit more on Middleman. Cursed tuba. Trout zombies, Lucha Libre villains, boy bands from outer space, fashionista succubi, vampire Russian puppets, it's got it all.

Too much politics at work today, all around, I ducked beneath - as per policy. Gods I hate politics, and I'm awful at it when cornered. So, I made not a peep of complaint about my assignment tomorrow, although I usually allow myself the right to a brief whine. Not this time. Something ugly going on in the wider hospital system, and I want no part of it. Must keep lips shut.

I need a good philosophical theme to do a proper essay on soon. As it is, this is what you get. And a crap pseudo-haiku later.