Green Oasis

My deconversion story in haiku:

Willfully ignorant.
Now less fear of growing up,
Being true to myself.

Update: Maybe not 17 syllables, but better than it was when I first posted it.

Blue dawn
Cold, hard floor
Waking feet

This recent blog spam approaches the poetic. (Not for those with delicate sensibilities.)

I search for the skirt
   or team up for congeniality and lustful experiments.
In sex I take pleasure in much anal,
   surely much it is nice common voiced,

games and toys which add to sex some savour…

And, no, I don’t read every spam comment that I get.

Update: I just received a spam email that made it through Gmail’s filter. It bore the subject “Barefoot plod I the cold.”

Awesome!

But too awesome, methought. Surely this is borrowed and not a chance collision of words.

A quick Google search proves my instincts right. This comes from Shakespeare’s All’s Well That Ends Well. If you’re going to steal, might as well be from the very best.

A sunny moment.
I am happy to share it,
If it pleases you.