Day Three for Imaginary Life Three, History Teacher:
Today I am bubbling.
The roil, birthed deep among tin mechanisms and ornate gnarled frames, froths - undulate - pure - writhing. The fabric - once a cool glass pool - rips open in gasping perfect mouths, so intense the words only emerge as raspy whistles and pops.
A great deal of flux today. I worked on some game stuff and wrote a touch of poetry...It was a wash. All in all I'm not sure exactly what to call it.
But I did listen to a massive amount of the Presidential Podcast, so I'm going to chalk it up to History Teacher...as I'm sure you've already seen above.
Today I am bubbling.
The roil, birthed deep among tin mechanisms and ornate gnarled frames, froths - undulate - pure - writhing. The fabric - once a cool glass pool - rips open in gasping perfect mouths, so intense the words only emerge as raspy whistles and pops.
A great deal of flux today. I worked on some game stuff and wrote a touch of poetry...It was a wash. All in all I'm not sure exactly what to call it.
But I did listen to a massive amount of the Presidential Podcast, so I'm going to chalk it up to History Teacher...as I'm sure you've already seen above.
Haiku of the Day:
Those shimmering scales
exuberant in the sun
usher morning forth
Today's Drawing
Astute
1 : having or showing shrewdness and perspicacity
2 : crafty, wily
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