Nov
26
my thoughts are these:
that thoughts are bees.
mankind has held in his mind the urge to control the weather for so long,
and this above all things is a goal we will likely never accomplish.
death and taxes, no?
there was a man who was known for his dedication to time
and the dissection thereof,
whereof, above,
on a fine november day he could be seen stalking the plains,
in a fine deerstalker cap he could be seen planing the days,
keeping everything straight for us.
he was a miracle worker!
and in time, in time, in time,
in time we came to resent him,
for it was he who made our hay burn,
he who ended times, who ended times,
who ended times of plenty.
