ninja (although I did reach the level of brown belt in kung fu when I was younger)
<I'm impressed>
ostracised
(I used to be able to kick well over my head, break boards, all that impressive stuff. Now, it's rare that I prompt myself to get above a slow walking pace during the course of a day.)
putting myself into bed, unless I finish writing my current project
questioning your athletic ability, smog
(Why did you decide to stop, Smog?)
rhombus
(I stop lots of things...)
(Ah, I can stop nothing, or it really eats me up inside.)
(Oh, I have feelings of regret much later on, but it's often convenient for me to quit.)
truck driver
very excited for the possibility of having the X-Z combo soon
Whining about not having this wonderful combination
Damn, I tried to find a poem called 'The throwback' by Paul Muldoon, but the best that I could find was a RAM recording... good poem... Xerxes reminded me of it.
