Farewell. Look me up on wfw.

I sit alone here now
I have sat alone for many hours
many hours from now still I will sit.
I have no company to keep
no one seeks for me to entertain them
and no entertainment I seek
but that which solitude brings
for I know well enough what the end will be
forgotten all, this depth I now feel
for Life can not have it
for Life is what I am not
the words of Life are not my words
the rhythm of Life is foreign to me
yet will I beat it out, and gladly
for then I am self-forgotten
with Life's beat to distract me
her words charm me
I am forgotten, and dead
until alone again I sit, and look
at my own words, and self-perpetuating lie
and here in this place of my own construction
when the drink evaporates from my tongue
I have never seen more fully
the wonder that is solitude

the title of a poem
is sometimes a summary
a witness of the words
you are about to read
and perhaps a clever warning
to those about to tread
that this is holy ground
remove your shoes or face
your own wrath, infidel

Brandy is yummy. Yummy yummy brandy.

When I was in Chiang Mai at the night bazaar I got a samurai sword. The bazaar is awesome because you barter for everything. The price of this sword was 1800 Baht, but I got it for 1000, just under 25 American dollars. Yeah, It's pretty much the coolest thing in the world:

TILL TILL TILL

Bow to your sensai. BOW.

Dragon carved on bamboo sheath. That's right.

Dragon hilt.

Kill Bill.

I also got the Thai Coca-Cola shirt there.