On the shelf.. in Secrets from myself

The other place is down for maintenance. I wonder if I could see myself at home here. Not yet. For sure.

I know a lot of us are here. When I got hints about who was who here, I ignored them. So I don't know very many people here.

I ignored hints of impending doom at the other place. It's been quite a while since I downloaded my diary in whatever those three initials are. I'd still be concerned about the links to picture but I guess I'd be fortunate to save some of the prose (in a box).

Haiku? Haiku.

Three chorus girls wear

golden dark glasses to hide

from tall eyes of men