Sometimes there are words here. Words. Do you like words?


I’m not lost, I’m some other name. Do you know my name? I think I had one once.


Hey did you know I write poetry? Anyway, I put some new poems up today. You should go read them… like right now! Go and read my new collection: Cooking With Spinach!


The fourth thing to do is to ask the birds if they have a map. If they have one, you might have to trade something for it. While It might be tempting, don’t ever trade away your last scrap of food or sustenance. While a map is useful, so is not dying of starvation.


Look, I know that we are still on the Self Guided Nature Loop and not on the Great Dragon’s Descendent Trail, whatever that is, because I am good at reading maps. Look here, see we started over here at the visitor’s center and … Ten minutes of explanation later. …and sure it might seem like we’ve been walking for awhile but according to the map it has only been about 20 yards since the last numbered marker and we should be coming up on number seven any minute now, so keep your eyes out for a bird’s nest in an elm tree. 


If you put enough random x’s on your map, you can spend all day searching for the buried treasure of pirates and space penguins. You might never get to wherever you thought you were going, but really, was that even the point anyway? I doubt it. Sure grandmother might like chocolate chip cookies, but who is going complain about a chest full of space penguin treasure? Well maybe the space penguin, but that’s more along the lines of, hey stop stealing all my cleverly hidden space treasure chests, and not, but I was really looking forward to the cookies. Look, I’ll be the first to admit that if your grandmother is a space penguin you might have a problem.


If you find me, let me know. We can eat cabbages together and reminisce. Maybe about cabbages. Do I even know what cabbages look like? If it started raining cats and cabbages, maybe we should have invested in sturdier umbrellas. These ones are inverted in the wind and don’t even carry us off into wherever Mary Poppins comes from. A curse on all broken umbrellas and the broken things they can’t protect quite adequately from the heavy rains. Not really? Okay, well at least they taste like cabbages. If they do. I don’t know. Never tasted them. But I say, let it rain cabbages. After all, they say we need the rain. And whoever they are that say this, they probably haven’t ever said that we don’t also need cabbages. I mean, we might? We might need cabbages. For it is often the case that I look up at the sky again, waving my hands in some futile fashion or modern art piece, and say, let it rain cabbages.


Lagotic Moon C28 balloons

It is always a tragedy when you lose your head. You look for it in the sock drawer with borrowed eyed. Finding nothing you think to cry, but that voids the terms of service for the eyes you borrowed. You lawyer up, but your top notch law expert turns out to be the personification of a potato chip only pretending to have passed the bar. You lose in the court of public opinion and people throw basket balls at your head. You follow the trail of tossed spheres to where it bends in the undergrowth. There chatting with the daisies and the moths, you find you head. Will you come back with me? you ask. Nope! It replies, because it knows how a good tragedy is supposed to end.


Lagotic Moon C19 let go

Let it go. Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go. Let it go, let it go
What good is a balloon really for
It’s funny how some distance
Can get you all confused
Standing on some crossroads
Not knowing which to choose
And since you aren’t still in your bed
You can’t just hit the snooze
Let it go. Let it go, let it go be a balloon
Let it go. Let it go, and not a moment too soon
You can use the signs you find
To teach you where to go
You can ask the birds and such
To show you what they know
But you can only ask them when
You’ve learned to let it go