Alea iacta est

5 FEB 14

Nate Kauffman posting on a blog : tantamount to Lucifer sanctifying himself 
at the soap-dispenser-style font at the Vatican's church on the Pope's birthday. 

They remember Spanish Flu: read their Camus, knew Dr. Rieux.

But you may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed.

Thusly I'm raked by the never-ebbing tide of de-sapienization. 

Hold Fast, mateys! But the cleats begin to creak...

A river works better for that, I suppose : a muddy one, 
 reddish with clay,

which I cross into treason of the self.   

Kansas in July and, as the already-quoted poet would agree, 

I didn't need a weatherman to know :

There, I did it.

And yes, I feel dirty. 

Frowny face emoticon.