the cold hard pit

languishing in the mid-autumn has never been so, what's the word, refreshing?

apart from my already shitty day, home is always like a welcoming committee; slowly and gently coaxing you to comfort.

shitty. done unto myself most of the time and yet i want it to seem that others were the ones that did it to me. the saying "do unto others what ye want others to do unto ye" has never been so clear till now.

honestly, i was apprenshive about what to write. but i think i haven't lost the touch of stringing nonsensical phrases yet still sounding comprehensible. at least to me.

suddenly Odysseus came into mind. i wonder what he looked like in person. he was a crafty man. i think he has fox ears. and red hair but with white streaks.

and forgive these absolutely irrelevant sentences. i'm just warming up for the next day. have to keep the right brain sharp and shiny. 

or was it the left? details, pah.

on a final note: WoW is next to cleanliness which is next to godliness.

how those came into play, one might wonder. hard.