I'm at it again. I'm creating a new blog.

"Empty Beer Cans (Passive Reflections on the Insanity of Life)" (a thoughtpoem) by Michael F. Nyiri November 28, 1979 1:00 p.m. He lay, silently, eye half open revealing the liquid besmirched lens and the crooked wire frame. Ahead the plains of green nylon weave half shining from the morning sun half dark from the spilled ashes Looming in the distance.... the untamed forest, of half-empty... and empty beer cans An arm swings stealthily aside in an effort to upright him toddli

"Okay, so now I will merely type in this little window here, and see what's what." 02-24-2002 The Online Diaries of Michael F. Nyiri "This is the first of what I finally hope are many attempts to get the thoughts and feverish hallucinations out of my head and onto paper. Hah hah. Paper. Get it? Oh well. This, as usual in the writing career of yours truly, Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, and fool, is this foolish attempt to create another blog." 03-02-2003 WhenWordsCollid