fuck you fall

Exercise number two from the Big Buddha Book is up here.

Even with this being a short week and all, i still find it to be draggin it's feet - shuffling forward. I mean, doesn't it know that we're almost at the weekend? pick up those shoes and move on out! Nothing is being accomplished by it being a slowpoke.

Humpday. Humpday....my hump hy hump...my lovely lady lump.


yesterday morning, i was slapped in the face with the realization that it's August people! The summer is half over, and before we know it, the Skatch will be back in the deepfreeze. How did this come about? i went outside in the morning to water my tomatoes, and there was that smell in the air, y'know the one? that smell that told you as a kid that soon it would be time to go back to school. It smelled like wet earth and dying leaves. The cruel cruel death of summer.

Rage! Rage against the dying of the light!!

i looked at my calendar today, and before i know it - it's all gonna be over. Every weekend with plans. None of the house work got done this summer. September is poking it's nose over my backyard fence, and i keep swatting it with a rolled up newspaper..."Bad! Bad!! No, September, Bad Season!". It's sitting there, just out of reach, oggling my trees like a frat boy oggling the girls dorm.... if i let it in, it will have it's way with my foliage and before i know it my leaves will change colour and drop out of college and smoke dope and get pregnant.

i'm going to find refuge in a cabin this weekend with my mother.

i may, or may not, be able to post things from there, but i will be writing regardless.