The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, June 27, 2011

odd moon

 I swear it's got to be this moon that's causing me to be completely futless.  I can't complete a project, a conversation, hell a thought often escapes me. 

Let's hope that changes soon or I'll be the next granny at the airport getting their diapers removed.  This is the future should we find Michelle Bachmann as our next President.  We'll all have to take off our diapers to go anywhere so "they" can inspect us.  After that they'll build some nice internment camps so they can keep an eye on everyone.  Ah the fun world of the paranoid crazy.

New houses to look at this week.  Fingers crossed .

and so it goes: