of beer and bald brows

i promise you i'll never dream again.

actually, today was a good day for dreams; daydreams realized in the simplest ways are probably what keeps me so goddamn optimistic all the time. i wish i weren't. i wish i saw everything in its harshest light and dullest color. defeated disappointment. unfortunately, i think instead: next time things will be better. do i even have to tell you i cracked my head at an early age on the leg of a rocking chair? the scar must be more than a skid-mark across my left eyebrow.

this beer bottle decidely gives off the richest tone of any beer bottle i've blown across. i've been working on it for some two hours now. nursing the pint and a half and enjoying the pitch as it falls with the water level.

what's your favorite part of speech? me, i'm enamoured of the preposition. the connector that specifies relationships. what could be more informative? what does it matter if i have a noun and a pronoun, a heart and a thought, if i do not know how they comingle, if they comingle?

of. that's my favorite. origin, possesion, source, agency. what else can possibly matter? but it used to mean separation. i suppose it still does, we've just refocused those implications. lexical optimism? i'm not the only one who's cracked an eye.

ps. what's your favorite part of speech? seriously, answer. i know you have one.
pps. the pretty pictures on my blog aren't loading. netscape sucks as a photo host. does anyone know of any functioning, FREE alternatives?