Under the Stairs
In the space beneath the stairs,
lurk the demons of my life.
They feed on twisted dreams
and liquid sorrow.
Sometimes they escape
and ooze their way
into my heart
waiting for me to scream.
Here’s a wordcloud I made of the text using Wordle:
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Don’t you just love days when the whole world is working with you, and sends wonderful people to help you along? Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time – I mean, one day a week would do me nicely, I wouldn’t want to be greedy. 🙂
I didn’t want my first post here to be a negative one, really I didn’t, though I feel I should recount the hideous experience I’ve been having while trying to find my way around WordPress. I refuse to believe the fault is purely mine, (you knew I’d say that, right?), and I don’t like that a computer programme makes me feel stupid, it doesn’t sit well with me. I believe that technology exists to make life easier, (is this not the whole idea?), and when it results instead in frustration, extra grey hairs, weeping and grinding of teeth etc, then we must admit that there is a problem.
I had notions of this being a fairly simple process – there is a basic structure to be followed which should yield an end product. How difficult can that be, right?
I’m saving this post as a draft, so that I can publish it when I do eventually get this thing up and running, because as it is, I have a front page and a photo. I can’t even work out how to get menus to work.
I think I’m in the wrong class! 🙁