Drip drop

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Drip drop goes the rain.

Out past the window into the woods the eyes glow back at you.

Drip Drip falls the blood.

Splashing gently on the stones.

Gentile moss grows along old bones.

Twisting paths, don't stub your toes.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Living for the weekend.

 

Living for the weekend.
This both hurts our hearts and bends our minds into feeble desperate situations that leave little wonder beyond what lies ahead of the five weeks of hell brought upon us by our need to survive.
And yet...
And yet we, at times gladly, suffer through until the next five days are done, just for the sweet respite of two lonely little days of rest. less for some. 
Retirement is a feeble lie told to us of rest earned, that never comes. 
But come will the doctors and the needs of a body burned out from the grind of youth and work and living for the weekend.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

The updates! They trickle in!

Updates!

The updates! They trickle in!

In and out and back again.

For the Blotters Blot shall post mysterious News!

Zodiac signs with mysterious lines.

Local Single Monsters in search of their one true date.

The coffee shop steams and bubbles with brews of word and drink.

The terrible shade from the church ladies glade.

Unwanted ads and nonsense galore!

Even survey results from a faraway place!

When will this be?

Sadly we shall need to wait and see.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Run, run, run!

 

Run, run, run! Through the forest you must go!
Dodging, weaving, spirit sorting!

With kindest regards,

The Translator