it is true, and my allies may prove to be unreliable. the dinosaurs we ride are hungry and unpredictable. our axes are rusty. there are too many orcs. it will be a matter of surviving onslaught after onslaught, and waiting for them to loose interest in their campaign of conquest. what brought me here. poor bookkeeping or encroaching mental illness, or perhaps the collective mania that brought all of us to this? this citadel will stand.
on other news...Chicago lacks a volcano, still, because the geothermal hotspot for this great continent still selfishly lurks under yellowstone. to see a volcano in Lake Michigan would brighten my day, perhaps by inking out the sky in magnetic ash.
the nugget grows into a fun little companion, crawling in a fresh diaper and an avocado-stained t-shirt across the living room floor. she is bright enough to loose patience at an empty bottle of formula, or a full one not put to good use. she likes the garden. she hates the vacuum.
dream.
Sometimes
3 years ago
