Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Moo.

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Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Medical Drama!

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Happy Thanksgiving.

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  This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters Th...
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I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

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 Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" This poem appeared in Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass', in 1855. I'm posting it her...
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