“There are 10 kinds of people – those who understand binary code and those who don’t.”
It’s 11-11-11 today. I’m not into numerology or anything like that, but I think it’s pretty cool all the same. As a developer, I write code in object-oriented syntax and as a boolean value, the number 1 is considered “true.”
One injury, one affair, one arrest or one unforgivable misstep is all that it takes to go from being beloved by all to being the forgotten has-been. “There is no remembrance of former things, neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come by those that shall come after.”
Roughly 1 in 10 of the American workforce is unemployed, but that doesn’t mean that they’re sitting idle, doing nothing. They’ve found other forms of labor to occupy their time.
My fingers have become more articulate
At the idea that you they may touch
My nostrils flair and filter out random flavorings
For your scent and zephyr is near
My tongue had suffered that which was insipid
While the advent of you was pending
Colors I have not known for many seasons
And your foliage, they startle me into an awakened state
I want to disturb your pile of leaves
And heed the chorus that my entry provokes
My imagination, now amplified by your brisk touch,
Seeks a covering or a blanket but not for the sake of isolation
Instead for the sake of insulation
Protecting, loving, comforting, reminding
With your unprecedented, familiar unfamiliar
I have learned to Fall
In new ways.
kenn.
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna be your man
I wanna be the sand that runs through your toes
Ending up in unsuspecting places of the crannies and folds of your clothes.
A chair is not a chair
A weave is not her hair
A burning house is not a flare when there’s no one standing close
To witness who was so lonely for attention that he’d torch his own abode.
I wanna kiss your face
I wanna run your race
I wanna occupy your space like some random thought
That public education, good nutrition and moderate exercise just bought.
Today sees the launch of Let’s Get Digital: How To Self-Publish, And Why You Should by David Gaughran. I advise you add this to your library now.
Judging from the previews at captainamerica.com, this movie will be an exciting return to my comic book-filled childhood. 7.22.11.
My novel, Pious, is edged between Sylvia Plath and Barack Obama, with Alfred Hitchcock supporting. I’d say I’m in great company.
