blogstipation

i'm so far behind i can't see there from here.
ideas are clogging the neuro roadway, in a no passing zone.
i have blogs in the brain, backed up from here to next whenever.
the hamsters running between the synapses have collapsed, their little feet still twitching.
life has been like that.

so i give you this:

if you can listen to this and keep still, you're dead. i'll send flowers-dead ones, of course.

as i lay dreaming

sedate me, daddy,

eight to the bar,

numb my guts

til my hair turns hoar frost white,

and my bones

melt into the street.

further fortune

after my birthday post, i realized that i had never completely extricated the fortune. assumptions were made on what was visible, most of them wrong.
so i opened it up.

this is the way i've often done things in the past-
upside down and backward.

thought i'd try it this way this time.

the question is, which one?