* happy ending *

perhaps there's no way to deviate from lifes' normal conclusions.
nothing interesting has happened recently... a walk in the woods
is more peaceful than a television reporter repeating blurbs as stagnant
as water in New Orleans old town. what a mess this is?

what morbid aversions? I see the happy ending is only a vague myth
recounted with impractical myrth... how blissful the sides of a sandy hill
that lead to a clear unknowable lake, invisible rest... time to cease
this terminal post.

good weekend, **shrugs** (not really that bad of a mood?)