FractalMiss

And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why They call it the blues Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever... a million things waiting to be done, yet here i sit...contemplating the vagaries of Time. And perception...muted, colorless, flat, the world as it appears to me at the moment. Ah, the moment....this moment, which moves sluggishly, relentlessly through a bitter landscape..a demarcation, a unit of measure, a measure of  Time. Yet, a moment is far from fini

Don't let the Fractal fool you, i couldn't fractal my way out of a damp paper sack, or the Miss either *grin* just as misleading... I am just subletting the space...for that matter don't expect much of anything in the way of art either, my talent is limited to frogs drawn on napkins and folded into a lunchbox...hey! big hit with the 5 - 7 y/o crowd...