The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Slugs

I'll admit that this is a very odd post . . . Probably the oddest I've ever written.


Last night, when walking outside the Yeshivah, I noticed dozens of slugs moving amongst the flower bed . . .


I must say, I like slugs. I don't like slugs per se -I mean if I had to
make a list of the top three hundred things I like, I wouldn't put
slugs on there . . . but I find them rather interesting.


I'm not grossed out by bugs in general, but I hardly find most bugs
nice to look at -ever look at an ant close up? They're scary looking!


But slugs, are oddly sleek . . . they glide about in the shadows of the moon light.





I dunno.


Perhaps it's just one of those days.




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1 comments:

Sefirah said...

what a weirdo