Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

8.22.2006

Sweet nectar from God (haiku)














Joy is frozen milk,
hot fudge licked off a long spoon.
My milkshake for lunch.

posted by Ally @ 4:09 PM

4 Comments:

At 9:51 PM, Blogger NWO said...

I've always loved well-written haiku. Now I love milkshake haiku!

 
At 10:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I'm not going to even attempt a haiku. I killed those brain cells sometime right after my sophmore year....

You know.....1837.

But EVERYONE knows, the true nectar of the Gods
is
BEER!!!!

Blasphemy!!!

B

 
At 11:57 PM, Blogger Ally said...

Bruce,

I'm sure that a haiku to beer will come forthwith.

However, a well-deserved haiku to Murray's was bound to beat out Newcastle. (Usually debauchery beats out icey cream, but I'm just sayin...it's some good sh*t at that place.)

 
At 10:39 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well unfortunately the joys of a milkshake are in my rearview mirror now that I'm Mr. LowCarb.

On the other hand, bring on the bacon!!!

: )

 

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