Traveling on the highway, one new it was good Friday because there was a boroboro looking fellow with a full size crucifix dragging it annoyingly with roller skate strapped to the base. I reckon he wasn’t expecting the good Samaritan.
Once and again the seasons move like the breeze where you can catch them, other times, it stirs like the wind. It’s then you see all of the space between then and now and cant possibly describe all that went on in between.
Melancholia vs.
echolalia, with accordion.
Enlightenment comes with a headache.

When one is thoroughly practiced in something, it is not necessary to look deliberately. -Yagyu Munenori


  1. "boroboro fellow...", what means that?
    Thanks for any details you may choose to give.

  2. Loosely, it is a descriptor. Raggedy raggedy ... Japanese. L, J