It’s actually almost over, thanks to the generosity of several individuals. Good thing that I got that button working, huh?
Speaking of which:
As noted before, the sooner this is over the sooner I can go back to writing zombie haiku:
Grey cherry blossoms
Exploding in the spring air –
Head shots are messy.
Which may or may not appeal, of course.
For some reason, people keep sending me links to things like this: Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry For Your…Brains
Strange fruit floats downstream
As sirens die in Gray dawn –
The tide lurches in.
…anyway, it’s weird, and I’m not sure why anybody would have this impression of me – gimme a second, here:
The naginata:
Not so clumsy as shotgun –
Plus, decapitates.
…because, as all men know, I am really a highly prosaic sort of individual…
Ninja or kung fu?
PPZ’s*
Austen would have laughed.
OK, OK, fine.
Moe Lane
*I have gotten my mother to read that book.
