Tuesday 12th Jan 2010

Something magical about a Tuesday... like it laughs in the face of Monday.
It does not have the century-old burden of "Monday"-ness to it.
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I get up easier , I drive to work like a normal person (sticking to the speed-limits, giving way, etc) I even read some poetry before the first recon is due


To hang bare light bulbs from a ceiling
simple cord will always serve;
it's only the poet who must hang
by his glaring white spiral nerve.

- Andrei Voznesensky


Life’s instructions: breathe, eat, sleep, smile
Yet the modern man did not master even one of those
We think and move in a drunken haze and
collapse
puzzled
by the lack
of quality
of living


Maria Louw