here i sit

here i sit alone and dreaming.
ok, so not dreaming;
here i sit alone and thinking.
ok, so no thinking either;
here i sit alone with a headache.
yep that it.
not a dream nor a thought but a dull ache
pulsing through my temporal lobe.

hardly worth writing about right? yeah, i know. but who does that which is unfounded can be founded in finding that which lost. more these days i see people reading of others on this thing. i see people reading in awe of things that have past and have not been a part of, but then i see people reading not in awe but in disgust or in shock. shock and awe. where have we heard this before. i prefer the spelling shawqinaw. i'm 1/16 shawqinaw. a little more shawqinaw everyday. roll down the window betsy its time for the annual tossing of the chair. we have no chairs here. and the rolling ones only cause confusion. three ring binders galore and nothing worth putting in them. i have the capacity for storage. what to store what to store. how about a painting? what painting? the painting the painting son. but i only have paint. subtract a t and you get the idea. who needs a right foot? selling one cheap.