What's on your mind today?

[MarcusA]

The End is the end.

[MarcusA]

I die in ecstasy -
exquisite haiku, alas
my stuff is rubbish.

[MarcusA]

I put down my book of haiku
to gather myself, my sense
of self.

[MarcusA]

How strange is haiku,
it is so good, forever
alone.

[The Magic Pudding.]

Bye, for a while.

[MarcusA]

Old time rock 'n' roll.
Hillbillies and blues players
set the tone.

[Asmodean]

The Asmo is on vacation and The Deutschmann has developed a alarming and possibly oil pump related knock...

...I do hope I won't have to have the damned thing towed some 400 miles >:-(

[Tank]

Eeeeeek!!!

[MarcusA]

I shouldn't be on here. I am sick in the head.

[Tank]

It's the Hungarian Grand Prix this weekend so I'll be glued to the TV set. My son gets back to work at McLaren again next week and will be in the pits at the Belgium Gran Prix next week.

[Asmodean]

... So that would be a very long tow for The Gray One.

[MarcusA]

Asmo is far from home,
Will he ever see home
Again?

[Asmodean]

Of course He will. The Deutschmann is now traveling by car in an other direction, while The Asmo is also doing that in a rental, which, while a smallish vehicle, is no bucket of misery. Is one of them Kia Xceeds or some such nonsense, but perfectly pleasant trim level, good lights and workable AC.

[Recusant]

Bye, for a while.

Hurry back; the world needs puddings and so does this site.  None of this "I am just going outside and may be some time" sort of thing.

[MarcusA]

My mind's gone blank.
I am a blankety blank
from start to finish.