a sometimes scrapbook of words, thoughts, ideas and pictures
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
the final countdown
Time flies.Day follows day.Each the same shape.Each the same taste.My days are numbered.So are yours.But I won’t bow down to calendar convention.I choose to rename and reclaim my days.(I’m humming ‘My Way’).I recreate days of meaning and mayhem.Each stand a little taller this way.