and you thought....

...
That hard would be just hard.
That difficult only had two variations.
Yeah, I can do it!
What have I got to lose?
...

Regardless of what you thought, once you are in something the light appears to have a different constituency. However inexplicable it may seem (or be), it is the same light with a different perspective. The former perspective always seems to be the best. Why?... Because quicksand looks sturdy enough until you step into it. Then you have a different perspective. Mud and sand make quicksand. Kind of like a stop and a fricative make an affricative. Of which the complexity of quicksand is assumed.

As one may look forward to what else is in the quicksand (as one can only imagine) many things may come to mind. Like the stay puft marshmellow man. It seemed harmless enough but proved not to be so loveably puffy. A voiceless voiced fricative seems to be next. But such thoughts of doom and the more cheery gloom should not be the focal point. Why does one step into the quicksand? To get somewhere. Particularly somewhere where one is who is not subject to the grappling affect of the quicksand. One such person who can and will pull one along through the quicksand. IF... Only condition is to just see the hand that is continually being offered from above. Has the effect of, "Wow! What quicksand?"

Snow, I Believe

It seems we got a light blanket of snow in the Dallas area today. So, you guessed it, no school. How fun to play in the snow and sit around and do nothing. Tomorrow, well more of the same of course. Should have just stayed home for all the school I am not in this week. I will have to sleep with my books on my head to learn the stuff.

Winter, or Something Like it

Sometimes it is cold
and other times hot

you think the snakes are hibernating
but find that they are not

you cannot rake anymore leaves
however here comes a lot

The skies are quite blue
or black as a pot

Nuevo Anno

Well, it is a new year, by an abstract measuring source. So you know what that means. I am going to do the same thing I did last week. I got up and watched Bob Barker as usual. But then, I drove 40 miles to jump on the internet highway. It is quite a nice day out; I might get a sunburn sitting in the car. There are no hybrid animals out at the preserve other than the tree with a face. But tomorrow is another day so we will see how it turns out to be the same.