Hey y'all. I'm not dead. I'm just very busy...vacation, school starting, work piling up. Plus lobbing political fireballs back at a parental unit intent to raise my ire at every turn.
Poetry Friday anyone? For tomorrow?
The Word is GAS. Or Gasoline. Any form...you fart? You fill up yer car? You kick it in gear when you see the finish line up ahead? Yeah, that'll do. Light a match under your blog post tomorrow and fill it with GAS, in whatever form foofs your pilot light...story, poem, song, YouTube video that seriously makes you nearly pee your pants....