Doing my civic duty and removing aggressive pests from the local farm.

I love telling cheesy jokes, though most don’t find them funny. I guess they must be laughtose intolerant.

The urge to bond up just to log in and stare at my bank because I don’t know what I’d want to do.

Sometimes you just gotta pull up your socks and step in that wet spot on the floor.

I’ve traced the sky, etched the images into my walls.
I scoured for that which they call the Great Bear,
But I see only silverware.
All I’ve learned is the stars are lost on me,
For that which shines brightest lies much closer than they.