Saturday, August 1, 2009

Walk It Off

They've got a Taj Mahal hanging here. Straightened it yesterday.
Could go with she all by her lonesome or himself leaving the world...
it's not what it's cracked up to be; as if we didn't already know.

Disposed toward something more cozy. Always have been.
Be nicesa boys; don fight. Have a cannoli. Take up Dobro!


Took a mope. Stark shadows midday... graining softens.


Waiting on pedestrian signal; had no idea one needed to alert them.


Bad frost of two winters ago? Informed: ash tree; needs pruning.


Let's take a break! Salt River Canyon enhancement.


The fellows surrounded by indigenous motif... looks awfully Mayan.
Took me a few minutes to remember this.
Believe it or not, spoke with an Armenian DJ about that.
She came on like gangbusters, then cowered away.


On the way back to coffee found these pennies.
Have tassled loafers now. Fond recall of chino guys.
Oxford broadcloth... maybe Argyle socks. Smart.
Have to get to DBacks in Flushing. Dutchmen!

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