Word Furrows from Emily

tentacles
waspy
Cistine Chapel
Moldavia
conformity
curfew
curtsy

i was watching a television show about the giant squid. i guess it had become quite a legend among the seafaring types, stories of sea monsters and whatnot. yeah, tons of those kinds of stories, where the giant tentacles grab ships and pull them into maelstroms and watery graves. what else is new.

anyway, it turns out that there really are giant squid with enormous tentacles that can actually do stuff like that. who would have thought.

anyway, although i’m not into conformity by any means, i had been thinking - geeze! you seafarers get a grip and don’t exaggerate so much. it’s giving you a bad name among the waspy crowd. i guess seafarers don’t really give a rat’s curtsy to such decorum and i don’t blame them one bit. i like the way they treat life on land. when a boatload of randy sailors hits the town, there they go a drinkin’ and carousin’ til all hours of dawn, curfew be damned. i sure do admire lawbreakers.

guess i’m kinda mealy when it comes to such things. i walk around thinking the lord of lords is lookin’ down upon my every move - just like that giant painted lord looking down from the cistine chapel. that’s me, just go ahead and drape all the painted clouds around my shoulders as well - the large lumbering clouds full of rainwater bout to burst. yup, i could never break a curfew with all that crappy guilt.

when i get to feelin’ that way, which is just about every minute, i get on my ol’ computer and start searching the pennsylvania real estate listings. oh, it’s quite the balm. pennsylvania has such lovely names for towns - places like moldavia, lord’s valley, or towanda, where i can see myself far from these endless cities, high on a hill in my little log cabin - surrounded by fields and trees.