At least your car's not on fire. Welcome to the Blogus-sphere.
I lay as a sarcophagus,
Bedazzled in the fineries
Of disappointment and drive--
Dead for centuries, alive forever.
-- The Daddy Robot, 03.09.12
My soup is scorched,
And she's mad.
But I'm on the back patio
Pacing, drinking Makers,
Talking to makers about making the future.
I'm sorry I burned your pot.
--The Daddy Robot
She always tells me to live in the moment.
Her moment is one in the past where I wronged her,
Mine is before me wronging me.
--The Daddy Robot
A blink is enough,
An eye isn't.
Reaction is utmost.
