Girl Scout Cookies
Girl Scout Cookies is a dangerous business.
I was driving down the highway the other day and here's a giant billboard with two little girls smiling up at you holding boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. The caption says: "Resistance is futile!"
It sure is...
You set a box of GSC in front of me (particularly the thin mints) and I pop them one right after another like they are nothing more than potatoe chips. (... damn messy business typing with cholatey fingers... ) I think that if I wasn't afraid I'd suddenly have a diabetic seizure or something, I'd eat a whole box at each sitting. I'm mean... how can anyone not?
Be careful, folks. It's a dangerous world out there!
~ Basilfly
Thursday, February 27, 2003
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A Wandering of the Soul
- Basil Miller
I cry out to Thee
In the deep inner recesses of the night
The spindly blackness of branches swaying in the wind
The blind melancholy of fears dancing beneath the stars
I cry out to Thee
My soul a finite particle of the night
My tears a storm of sorrows faltering on the wind
My darkness a tremble of life waning beneath the stars
Where are we in this vast space of darkness?
This icy tremble of night?
Where are we, people, earth, soul?
I am here walking beneath the shadows
Treading life’s long road
Walking the path that takes me into the darkness of unknown
Your sigh reaches me on the wind.
A breath scattering the rusted leaves
Your heart thumps in the night
Wind lashing branches against the stone
My sigh shatters the night
Sorrows flailing in the storm
My heart pounds against the darkness
The treasure in the palm of Your hand
I cry out to Thee
In the deep inner recesses of the night
I am nothing
And You are all
(c) 2003 Basilsprig
- Basil Miller
I cry out to Thee
In the deep inner recesses of the night
The spindly blackness of branches swaying in the wind
The blind melancholy of fears dancing beneath the stars
I cry out to Thee
My soul a finite particle of the night
My tears a storm of sorrows faltering on the wind
My darkness a tremble of life waning beneath the stars
Where are we in this vast space of darkness?
This icy tremble of night?
Where are we, people, earth, soul?
I am here walking beneath the shadows
Treading life’s long road
Walking the path that takes me into the darkness of unknown
Your sigh reaches me on the wind.
A breath scattering the rusted leaves
Your heart thumps in the night
Wind lashing branches against the stone
My sigh shatters the night
Sorrows flailing in the storm
My heart pounds against the darkness
The treasure in the palm of Your hand
I cry out to Thee
In the deep inner recesses of the night
I am nothing
And You are all
(c) 2003 Basilsprig
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