Lucubration of the man from Utz

Comments on a wide variety of subjects from the widow of the "Mad Genius"

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Where now shall I plant sweet violets,

Around your house to breath

Forth soporific scents?

Of me, how many inhalations can you take?

How long the wait till I regain my savor?

the man from Utz: boston, MA; The author of this blog lives in a wonderful apartment in one of Boston's most pleasant streets. It happened by accident. He is very happy. He reminds you that we are responsible for creating the world we want to live in, that happiness is something we do, not something we find, and that for the creatively willful, believing is seeing. He enjoys epigrams, only listens to live music, asks how old babies are and plays with dogs. Other peoples babies, and other peoples dogs. He considers his blog to be a work of fiction; "fictionalize it, said the mad genius," but assures you that every word is true! It's rather like life, he supposes.

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