I’ve struggled against my base instincts. But that’s like asking a lion living on the plains of Africa not to stalk its prey, not to hunt, not to kill, not to eat, not to live. You can’t fight nature.
|Another one eats dust. Then bites it.|
Now a new, younger, stronger Bissell Powerglide has risen up to take this noble old beast’s place. It’s just the circle of life.
In less solemn news, did you know that one of my favorite Kiwis has started his own poetry blog? I think his stuff is lovely and inspiring. Bookmark it, bitches!
UPDATE: I don’t know if you noticed or not, but “smorgasbord” in my header graphic is still not correct. *sigh* I’m not a wingnut, people–I just spell like wun.