rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


Poor Slug. While birds spent the balmy afternoon in mating rituals, emitting happy chirps and trills, he was more inclined to fits and death rattles. His grip on virtual reality grows ever more tenuous. He can barely keep Outlook Express alive for five minutes. His replacement will have a different e-mail program, to be sure.

Right now, I can smell skunk. They like to come out when the evenings are mild. The frogs are enjoying themselves, too, filling the starry night with soft songs. Everybody is having a good time except Sluggo. I'll bet his replacement will enjoy pleasant evenings such as this. I like spring so much, I've even forgiven it for coming early. This does not mean I wouldn't appreciate some more rain, of course.

A good night for porch sitting.

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