Over-aged And Slowing Down

Why is the middle wave so shy?

First of all, because it won't be read by the intended, but at least it is there if need be. Big thanks to "The Boys" for last nights Moet Chandon, I've no idea what we were celebrating, but it certainly was appreciated by all the "Poets".

I feel like I am becoming some sort of self-obsessed ego maniac. "I'm writing a book, here have a look" (thrusting of bad grammar filled pages into the face). I am surprised the people at work have not dropped me down to a level below "Nick the TwatTM" in the weirdo stakes. I'm even starting to scare myself off with some things and I am sure that if someone came up behind me and called me Stuart, I would respond.

I am still tapping away slowly, don't know what the word count is now, but last I checked it was touching 27,000. Stuart is currently on the train coming back from South Wales having his mind read by The Lady. Still can't decide what she looks like, I can imagine all the other characters (the few that exist) but she is still some sort of transient person. I think she is probably beautiful but only when you get past the ugliness.

I am off to trip thru the wires now but not before offering big hugs to the ever loyal Princess Rowan for introducing me to the world of Fernando Pessoa via "The Book Of Disquiet". http://nescritas.nletras.com/poetsinenglish/fpessoaeng/archives/2008_01.html

Yerself Is Steam...