There is nothing new to be said;
Nothing cleaver to be read.
All creativity is rendered dead.
Nothing left – but this silly little verse,
Inside my head.
Please “Shut Up”!
A shimmer through the glass
in keeping with the lateness
-of the day.
The familiar feeling descended
like the yellowed pages of
a very old, well read book.
He was comfortable, but not – happy.
That’s the title of the talk I gave last Tuesday. I joined the Palo Alto Early Risers Toastmasters about a month ago. This was my second speech. (I hand wrote the first one and am too lazy to type it up.)
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I made the css change in less than a month. It consisted of two changes.
I’m sick of the Red Leopard style sheet. Expect to see a new CSS.