old wagon

poles and wagon

Through the fence

archway to grave yard

reflection

No Soliciting

Years Rip By

And you’re dwelling in the wake.

Earnest lovers have died and

Become apparitions,

Ghosts you cannot quite see,

Though you’d like to.

They are very sad, these and other losses.

All lost to the ever ready battery of time.

Serving a purpose for nothing except

This ripping of years that bends your spine

And breaks your mind.

best view of dilapidated farm

seen better days

New Year's Resolutions

 I made several resolutions: one is to take poorer care of my teeth and another is let my body hygiene go to hell. Another is to dress more in rags and to take no interest in my appearance. Another is to let my mental state deteriorate and to lose my job. finally I want to be as cross and ugly as I can be with family and friends. It seems like everybody breaks their resolutions so this way it'll be good if I break them; just a way of improving myself.