12.24.2008

12:54



I just watched Twenty-seven fly out the window, out the window and over the trees. Now Twenty-eight comes in, pulls up a chair and begins to sit with me for the next year. We talk about the coming year and what lay down the road and just around the bend. But Twenty-eight knows the future no better then Twenty-seven and all the years that came before.

Twenty-eight. 28. Toowenty ate.

6 Comments:

Blogger Lisa said...

happy beee-day

&

merry christmas

9:04 AM  
Blogger wilsonian said...

Happy Birthday, Corey.

I pray that you find 28 marked by fullness... rich and potent, colourful and deep, steeped in joy and peace.

8:22 PM  
Blogger wilsonian said...

Oh, and maybe fewer butts. Your lungs are a year older too ;)

8:23 PM  
Blogger Corey said...

thanks for the well wishes.

unfortunately those arent my cig butts. i say unfortunately because i thoroughly enjoyed my smoking years. but no agreement could be made between my lungs and the smoke i was pulling into them, so i had to give up something i still miss to this day.

se la vi.

1:12 PM  
Blogger michael said...

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I need to come visit you out there again..... this time no bicycle. well maybe i should just so we can putt around

9:58 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Only you could make smokes look soo good! I hope you are doing well. Happy belated bday.

Also, I'm doing a website redesign for school on an existing Advocacy site. I was curious if you could think of any cool causes/sites that I could use.

take care,


Laura

9:29 AM  

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