Well Balanced Tray

Tonight I was enjoyably rejuvenated by some tanning and chinese food, in no particular order. I find this combination to be utterly restful when combined with the sound and aesthetic of a fountain, around which children are doing laps, well placed in a public area.
I'm starting to lose grasp on a well-balanced tray. Must re-cage and find balance again.

The rain was beautiful this evening. The freshly cut grass combined with the hydrated stench to make me feel like a fool as I checked out and purchased a stick of deodorant. How much I would give to smell like cut grass and sweat in public, and have the caliber of people surrounding me who drank in the aroma like fine wine.

Today in a brief, I got a laugh from the crowd by using the description "sweet conceptual concoction" for a plan I had approved, which seemed to me well thought out and efficient. Sergeant Beard even fired a nurf arrow at me. I get no respect for being articulate. But it does keep them off guard, and that's my favorite leadership style. Keep them guessing, and you always have the upper hand. Down with the simpletons!

yyyhbyyyyyyyyy7y76 The previous y's, h's, b, and numbers are the specific keys I had to actuate to retrieve a follicle of my hair from between the keys of this confounded keyboard. I should keep tweezers on hand to increase the accuracy/efficiency of the plucking I may have to undergo in the future.

THE MASK IN THE CORNER
Screw that mask in the corner,
It's the fascade of an ancient mourner.
But with light,
I gave it life.
Perhaps it mourns in attempt to warn her.

Her is the victim of the travesty exacted,
Through its eyes, its brain registered the enacted,
Can a mask feel a twinge?
Or a deluge of revenge?
Can it retaliate with revenge exacted?

Or is the mask only a reflection,
Of the face's version of how the mind reflected,
On the action,
Or satisfaction,
Of seeing something which is unexpected?