it is so blasted windy today...

palm trees are continually getting whipped and you know they're very skinny and tall, at least in So. Cal they are

and I'm afraid that

one day

one will collapse across the street

(or worse across an apartment and just...destroy everything into crumbs - their comfy little home place and personal shell just crushed just like THAT)

appearing so lifeless as it stood for that long

so as you can see sometimes trees don't just get murdered

chopped

or burned from the

greed of fire

but sometimes without glory or dramatization - just noise -

they fall

to their deaths...

it is so windy the ghosts are howling

the sad earth is singing and whistling and humming a death tune

and the cold winds are so biting I'd do anything to stay inside another day..

just a slim glimpse of net

is bringing me a cold

let me slam it shut,

just like my thoughts,

ignoring aches and desires to study...

All I want to do is stay home.