Mundanity

Mood: annoyed

I reflected while I was away - on the myriad forms of life around that we either ignore or take for granted.  The birds, the insects, the mammals...  the ones who are lucky enough not to have been slaughtered to extinction... and no-one really cares if they're there or not.  Humans are so short-sighted, selfish and very very small-minded.  All they care about are things - inanimate objects that might bring you pleasure for half an hour.  It's pathetic.  They will destroy the environment and everything in it for their own selfish wants.  I hate them. 

Mood: Tired
Listening to: crap on TV

Lots of it.  Sick of it.

I was able to use the car for the past two days but the available carpark was not near the pond.  But I have the pic I took of the young swans following a parent.

It's not a great pic, but it was early, I was in a hurry and the camera isn't the flashiest.

Hope to update tomorrow.  If not, will be back in a few days.

Ciao all.

Waiting for the bus, sun warming me, I just found myself staring vacantly at the leaves on a driveway, zoning out.  I could have been anywhere.  I think my brain wants to go on holiday.  I have that weird detached feeling...

I love thundery, black-clouded skies.  The louder the thunder the better.  The air cools, the clouds drift ominously and then the pelting of big fat rain.  I love the feel of the energy...

Thankfully a cool breeze this afternoon, but I have no energy.  I miss the ducks and swans.  My only view of wildlife now is the occasional small bird flitting across the sky.  The backs of human heads is not nearly so pleasant.

I should do some xmas shopping but haven't the energy.  Tomorrow, I say.  Then at the end of the day again, tomorrow...

Mood: waiting.... for?
Listening to: rain

Flies

Too hot

Thunder

Rain

Cool

I seem to want to write one word entries.  It seems an effort to type sentences (or even think in them).

The usual crap on TV.  I'm bored but still have that niggling feeling that I've forgotten something important.  Another day gone and another sleepless? night worrying about stuff yet to do.

Hot.

Flies...

Hungry...

Ugh...

Move....

mmmm sleepy....

Fuck off, fly!

Wanna nap.....

Somehow I found myself back at allpoetry - perhaps I needed to submit some random words that flitted aimlessly in my head.  I entered a contest - on the subject of the 7 deadly sins.  Here it is in its entirety:

Sloth

I can't be bothered...

I mean how can you expect anything more?  Needless to say, I don't expect to win the contest - I was just being facetious.