HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   1.17.2004  
Yet one more last post, the last post, an outpost in the wilderness. I am drunk. Drunk with accomplishment and lime flavored Coronas. Drunk with the satisfaction that I have added even more links and straightened up more pages since my last post, and I should be satisfied. In Cali this time it is past nine pm, and usually little mike is in bed by now.......but webauthoring is different, it has been since the beginning. When I really feel like composing, the hours fly by. That's what happened today , and thats what happened tonight. I'm not sleepy yet, but I am a bit worn out, digitalwise.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 9:14 PM


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The Book is (forever being)written. The Pages are the pages of time. With the passing of time, Is the turning of a page. Read Me Like a Book again. These are the poetic outpourings of one feeble soul who has had a gift for words and verse since 1967. This is the concerted effort to "publish" the collected works of Michael F. Nyiri poet,philosopher,fool