J To The E To The Double F

As the credits of The Beatles flop of a movie, Yellow Submarine start to roll, I think that maybe some things are better left unsaid, unwritten, or unrecorded. It's been a few days since I've written anything with substance. I've written a lot of poems, but not too much else. Writing is a great way to vent. I don't really want to write right now. So, I will go sleep. I'm listening to the last Joey Ramone release called, Don't Worry About Me. Funny, it's what I've been telling people all week. G'night...

"...When it's 25 degrees here in Graceville and everything is frozen, I know my heart will be warmer when you are even further away..."