If attention was cheap, we would never have to pay for it. If attention was free, then it would not mean as much as it does. Everyone knows that I am a talker. I talk to you, you, her, him, them, them, all of them, and myself. One trait I have always tried to master was listening. Talking and listening are like complimentary colors. They make each other stronger. I do not have much to say today, but I have much to hear. That is the trick to becoming a successful conversationalist. Moderating and alternating between talking and listening provides for a well-rounded colloquial experience. Experiences make the man (or woman).
Random other thoughts in sonnet form:
Turning the pages to pass the time
Dante's Inferno is on my bed
I'd love to read funny rhymes
But I chose this book instead
What makes a book a classic?
Archaic words in old syntax?
All of these books are tragic
Reading them is relapse
They always seem to die
None by natural causes
What drama interests the eye
Gathers all the appluases
If I never live another day
At least I got to live today
Haiku time:
I wrote this morning
I can not name my sonnet
Name it for me, please =]
P.S. Do something fun today that you would not usually do. Anything really. Get carried away ;]
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