New Eyes (2011)

I see life with new eyes
Still fuzzy with that T.V. vision
Tainted by all the mishaps of my life
But yes I see so clear now
This life with new eyes

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Flesh Blankets and Pantless Girls

By Damien Knight

“A flesh blanket the prefered blanket of serial killers.”

I joked last night. Isn’t it strange the weird things people think and say. My daughter inherited my odd sense of humor. She oft says odd stuff too. My favourite is when she declared 

“Jay, come run with a pantless woman. ”

She was wearing a dress. 

I wonder if my family, my sisters and I growing up, had internet if the world would have been shocked. I was raised in odd humor after all. They do say sarcasm and swearing are the language of the intelligent. Anyway thats my random musing for the day.