Sometimes I find myself asking people stupid questions. I guess it’s not that the questions are stupid- but the expectation that the people know the answers is. Stupid shit like “you don’t think it’s going to rain, do you?” I mean, unless the person is a schooled meterologist, and maybe not even then is there a chance that they know the answer better than I do. I find it usually happens when I don’t like the answer derived from the data my own senses produce. What a boring journal entry… you don’t think I’m in a slump, do you?
Super Blue Moon
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
July 26, 2025
