jabberwocky

twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momraths outgrabe

beware the jabberwock my son
the jaws that bite the claws that catch
beware the jubjub bird and shun
the frumious bandersnatch

he took his vorpal sword in hand
longtime the manxome foe he sought
so rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought

and as is uffish thought he stood
the jabberwock with eyes of flame
came whiffling through the tulgy wood
and burbled as it came

one two one two and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker-snack
he left it dead and with its head
he went galumphing back

and hast thou slain the jabberwock
come to my arms my beamish boy
o frabjous day, callooh callay
he chortled in his joy

twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momeraths outgrabe.

-lewis carroll (forgive the punctuation and spelling errors, it's from memory)

new car v. used car

i can not state it any more clearly than this: if you buy a new car, you are a sap. all you are doing is putting money in the dealers pocket and losing money on the car.

it is fairly safe to say that you lose almost 1/3 the money you paid for the car as soon as you take possession of it. i know about the wicked high end cars and yes there are the one or two models in such high demand that this does not apply to them, but for the most part, the high cost of cars gets credited to the dealerships.

if you could order your car straight from the manufacturer, it would be significantly cheaper. i guess this is always the way but with so much money being spent, why has it stayed this way?

i have had tremendous success with used cars. i have not paid more than 4k for a vehicle except for the only new vehicle i purchased...a dodge dakota the first year they came out. i forget, i think it was 18k or something.

the pickup did not sour me, except for the haggling at the purchase point. i used to think car salesmen deserved the bad rep they got until i was introduced to realtors. car salesmen are mother theresa compared to those assfucking realtors.

anyway, used cars, yeah, i said used, not pre-owned, used cars rock it. i dont care how much money you make, it does not matter. the more expensive the car, the more cars you can have and afford to own.

i would rather have several vehicles instead of one expensive one. used cars allow for this.

also, you dont care what happens to a used car.

i have a 99 caddy. it looks awesome. it cost 4k. the cpu blew, it cost $170 to fix and for the last two years, running super. if something happened to it, i can reach into my pocket and replace it quite easily. i dont care if the kids slam a door into it or puke in the back seat.

i dont care if some asshole keys me cuz i was an asshole to him.

i dont care if it needs a tranny job cuz ill just go buy a different car.

you jerkbags out there who say " i cant deal with someone elses problem" or whatever, you are just loser jerkbags

if you switch to a used vehicle, you will aid in the lowering of new car cost, which then lowers used car cost.

you should take pleasure in letting an ignorant person, be they able to afford or simply really stupid, buy a new car for you so you can own it after them for a fraction of the price.

events

wtf is with "events" now. i know ad people try to fuck over the stupid with the name changes, just like all you republicans jumped on the idiot wagon with the evil people in charge now with all their smearing of the truth utilizing ad techniques (which just goes to show that the majority of republicans are stupid fucking idiots easily swayed by words)

but why cant we revolt? dont go to anything called an event, its just a sale for any of you republicans out there who have not caught on yet.

rise up and fuck these admen in the ass with this shit. openly revolt against any seller who uses this paint job. "come to our holiday event" "now, visit us during our 3-day event" it is a fucking sale, and by sale i do not mean a reduction in prices.

oh yeah, support anyone who will bring up the the people in charge of our nation right now on war crimes and whenever you can, call for the impeachment of the fucking morons you voted for. stand up and admit it and then right your wrong.

food network

easy to watch.

food network has this formula, more or less, for every cooking program:

first thing -in less than a minute- tell & show what recipies are being made. you can stop here when you dont like the food, so dvr all the programs you want and then burn through the food you dont want to make.

it sort of does not matter who is giving you this information, unless it is that emeril fuck. jesus is he annoying, no wonder his presence has been diminished.

bobby flay rocks on that channel. i think almost eveyrone else does not rock. that pseudo italian chick is going to flame out soon thank god. paula dean is getting old, and not just old looking.

the network seems to be phasing in new people with no hoopla and seeing how it plays out.

they could save a shitload of money just narrating a cooking show. i dont need to hear about how they ate brussel sprouts as a child or burned their hand on a hot artichoke, just give me directions to the food. maybe some tips, a little history.

i guess i forgot about alton brown, his stuff rocks too.

harder better faster stronger

Work It
Make It
Do It
Makes Us
Harder
Better
Faster
Stronger
More Than
Hour
Our
Never
Ever
After
Work is
Over

Work It Harder Make It Better
Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger
More Than Ever Hour After
Our Work Is Never Over

-daft punk

listen to it here

cats

cats fucking suck. they are the most useless animals as pets. note that i state "as pets". cuz all you fucking catfuckers will talk about the killing of other animals, and to this i can not object. barn cats, outside cats these things i can deal with, it is the house cat converted to pet to which i steer my disdain.

house cats are preferred by persons who are not persons you like to hang around. people you like to hang around have dogs. cats are emotionless fucks that shit in your house and only come around when they want something. they do no good. they get fat and then you have to spend money on them.

cats dont do tricks, they complain and screech when they dont get what they want.

here is an awesome video which i cant stop laughing at whenever i see it.



i wish this upon all cats, to ram their fucking heads into walls.

as a youth, we used to take massive coiled phone-type cords and nail them to the ends of rakes and swing them at cats to tangle their legs up. we didnt do anything after that like kill em or anything, but it was much fun chasing them.

i cant get over how people put up with letting cats piss & shit in really nice and open places in their homes and then clean up the little shits with rakes and stuff.

cats need to be eliminted from pet status. any cat-pet owner who thinks that their cat likes them is fucking deluded and really stupid.

all dogs want to do is please you, all cats want is for you to please them. so, please kick the next fucking house cat you see, or at least go up to the shitball, place the top of your foot under its body between the front and back legs, and then lift up really fast, like you are passing a soccer ball, its wicked funny.

slightly useful interweb page

now and again i head to this page, it takes your phone number and gives you the alpha permutations of it

hats 1

people wearing hats these days are out of fucking control. at a really hot & humid outdoor concert i swear it was this exact chick here in this photo wearing a knit fucking hat. what a fucking retard!!! clearly she was wearing it as a fashion statement, it wasnt like she had cancer or anything, but apparently she was afflicted with not having any fashion sense.

then there is the cabbie hat, initially favored by latin-community women and now co-opted by scores of really, really fucking retarded people. how does any human being feel that this thing on their head makes them attractive?

it is not like the hats pictured below have any utilitarian use at all. the decor comes from some warped variation of a sailing hat or something. these things look really, really, really stupid on anyone.



unless the dude in the hat below has four square yards of dreadlocks crammed in the back and is token on a spliff, any person wearing the hat below must be shot. i need to know what possess people to wear this shit. cant one of you assholes who wear these goofy hats let me know why? i am begging you.



dollars to doughnuts no one responds.

you need to call these assholes on this chapeau pax.

gourmet pet food

things are clearly out of hand.

i am all for decadance, especially my own. what i am not for is decadance for pets.

i just read usa today this morning and there was a story about gourmet dog food being crafted at hotels.

then, one of the few times i have seen a commercial (dvr) i saw one for this really gross cat food. what i can remember is that it was clear the cat food cost a shit load for a fucking cat. and to hear that people will be spending significant ducats on pets needlessly is really starting to stink.

there used to be the random will or trust left to a fucking pet, but now it appears that this type of disgusting treatment is starting to mainstream. it comes from people who have no family treating animals like family.

the problem is, these animals ARE FUCKING ANIMALS. especially those fucking cats. more on those assfucking useless pieces of shit in a later blog coming to you soon.

in any event, if you are one of these people treating a fucking animal better than that human being you stepped over last week on the sidewalk, fuck you, you suck and are warped.

i do not put animals on a higher level than humans, i put those lower humans on a level below me.

update 7.8.08 over the weekend i picked up a box of popsicles for the kids and right next to them in the store freezer were boxes of icecream treats FOR DOGS!!!!!

fern hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.


-dylan thomas

goya

the food brand jackass.

if you go by this aisle, then you are missing a bunch.

to start, their prices are the lowest and it is good stuff.

the canned goods prices kick ass and are of the same quality. it is not imported stuff, the company was founded by spainards and operates out of new jersey.

almost every time i go to the store i stop and pick out something i never tried before.

the marinade, i think it is simply called mojo is wicked. a massive wine-bottle of it for 2 bucks. it make steak mouthwatering.

sure there is cuttlefish in little tins and shit i would not normally eat, but that stuff gets outweighed by what you would eat if you just stopped by and tried something other than riceafuckingroni.

finger pointers

if you attend concerts, you are familiar with this brand of youth. in short, they point their fingers in the air to the beat.

some of them will fist pound the air, some will do other things, all thrust the arm in the air in a rhythmic manner. when you get them close together, it becomes a sea of finger pointers, sort of cool, UNLESS THEY ARE BLOCKING YOUR FUCKING VIEW OF THE ARTISTS YOU HAVE PAID TO SEE ONSTAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

i dont have a problem with the occasional finger point, but these assholes who seem to be feeling that somehow they are a part of the performance are the ones which begin the annoyance.

most finger pointers are singing lyrics and feel that the finger point, in some way, instructs the artist who wrote the music and lyrics and is now singing them, that these lyrics and the music are correct and the finger pointer is attempting to communicate with the artist and the crowd to say "yes, you have written music and lyrics, and you are now performing them in a correct manner with which i agree".

time and again you will see the hefty, drunk guy incessantly salute every half-beat for about three songs before he realizes that his arm has fallen off. truly, the best friend of an offended-non-finger-pointer is time. in time, all finger pointers get tired, so at least by the end of the concert, and even for encores, the fingerpointers are done.

there are variations on the finger point. most common is the index finger and pinky pointed up in the air with the middle finger and ring finger tucked into the palm. the thumb is a variable here....tucked in to the palm you get the "hook-em-horns" thing and straight out you get the sign language formation of "i love you". either one is equally retarded in the setting. next is the fist, then peace sign, which brings us to............

the uber finger pointer. always a female. most frequently a chubby one and not really all that attractive. this person will rely most on the finger point, but will contort the hand(s) in may different shapes in some sort of hindu/yoga/"i am a complete retard who has hand motions which only i can understand" way.

this person is clearly an egotistic fuck who screams for attention. getting two hands and arms into the act as well and goofy body movements which may be some sort of adaption of a walrus mating ritual they saw on the nature channel. if you are behind this person and close, it will ruin the concert. i suggest halls eucylptus lozenges. suck em for a while and toss it into her hair. after trying to get the third one out she will move.

why these assfuckers drive me to blog about them is confounding to me. you cant just say "dont look at her" because she is right in front of you and you have to look past her to see the performers. if she is just to the right or left, the arms and hands rolling around in the air cant be ignored. of course they do this with their eyes closed because of the intense hate every other eye has for the bitch she does not want to see.

at the last concert, the whores boyfriend would not sit with her because of her gyrations. good for you buddy, put a bag on her head too!

you need to say something to these fucks. tell them they are bothering you. go get an usher and ask them to tell her to stop it. your neighbors will join in and hopefully she will go away, not just stop, but go away. have the usher check her ticket stub. most of these assholes can't afford good seats so she probably is scamming the seat anyway and you are doing everyone a favor. you will get cudos from your neighbors, i assure a spliff will pass your way.

finally, urge venues to have "finger pointing sections only". this will force all finger pointers to suffer what normal people do. they will see how retarded it is and complain. it also will allow free viewing cuz as soon as some jackass finger points in a non-finger pointing section, you can get them bounced.

stand up for your right to enjoy a concert without an asshole ruining it for you and the rest of us.

beautiful world

Its a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say

Its a beautiful world
Its a beautiful world
Its a beautiful world
For you, for you, for you

Its a wonderful time to be here
Its nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say

Its a wonderful place
Its a wonderful place
Its a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you

Hey tell me what I see
Boy and girl with the new clothes on
You can shake it to me all night long hey hey

Its a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say

Its a beautiful world
Its a beautiful world
Its a beautiful world
For you, for you, for you

-mark mothersbaugh & gerry v. casale(devo jackass)

listen to it here

watch the video on you tube here

hdtv

if you do not have an hdtv by now, you are a loser. (more on losers in an earlier post)
do not save your money for later, use it now to watch programs in high-definition. and sack the cable you have, satellite is far better. you may be surprised to know that you already can receive hd signals over the air. in fact, those signals are far superior to cable, and better than satellite.

get more than one hdtv. spend your money, dont wait, you might die. enjoy what technological advances we have. these sets are getting pretty cheap too. for gods sake, with the price of gas, if you dont fill up ten times, you can buy a decent 46 incher. dont worry about what format, just get the biggest screen for the least amount of money.

if you are not sending money to help starving children in africa, then spend the shit on yourself. if you dont, then you are one cheapassmotherfucker.

you'll thank me later.

NEW FATBOY SLIM WITH DAVID BYRNE

THIS VIDEO IS FUCKING HILARIOUS



AND THE SONG IS AWESOME

i am voting republican

i finally am doing it, this persuasive video is the reason why:



Spread the word!

stupid people

chances are you are not stupid. i do not make this statement because you are reading this blog, but because you are on a computer, reading.

it is a blessing(not a religious blessing, an unassociated-god one) to be smart. it is also, somewhat of a pain in the intellectual ass. stupid people dont really know they are stupid, so many things they should be concerned about they are too stupid to be concerned.

it's sort of like being retarded. you dont have the worries of the world, your worry is immediate...where do i pee, when do i eat next, i hope the yankess win. most retarded folk are blissfully ignorant about the deficit, global warming and your cheating spouse. we give them a pass on this because they, for the most part, dont have regular consensual sex like you and me, or at least like me.

stupid people on the other hand have the drive to have sex. it is the stupid people who get caught cheating on their spouses. their stupidity is not in getting caught, but in not being faithful and addressing the marriage.

the stupid people are responsible for abortion. i aint no holy roller, but really, abortion is only the result of stupidness. on both parties part. clearly if sex was had without contraception, then fuck you, you are stupid if you get pregnant or get some female pregnant.

stupid people work the jobs you dont want to do. if they were not stupid, they would have better jobs. the world needs ditch diggers too.

many times each day, i catch myself thinking i am so happy i am edumacated. i always am assessing my kids to see if they are stupid, but it is hard to tell sometimes, but i think they are ok.

anyway, chances are you are not stupid

this must be the place (naive melody)

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

written by: Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth (Talking Heads jackass)

listen to it here

who cares who is president

just as long as the fucking moron that you voted for is gone. unless obackarama has a spitzer-type meltdown, he is going to be next president, but say the old dude pulls an upset. it can not be worse than this jackass.

you cant blame the codger for trying to sap out what he can from the worst president to ever hold office, i mean there still is a small number of people who actually believe he has done well. might as well snap up those that are completely fucked in the head, a vote is a vote.

it might not really be an upset if this geriatric fellow wins. all you clueless fucks who voted for killing tens of thousands of people over the past 8 years might feel that you were fooled, but not this time and thats because you fucked up so bad, maybe you will try to make your party right again by putting in the oldest dude ever!!! i would not put it past any single one of you total fucking morons that validated our failing economy and standing in the world community. you fell right into rove's plan. you are a lemming afraid of death. so why follow the constitution? who needs our rights of privacy? surely not a law abiding citizen like yourself who has their head up their ass and voted for a TOTAL FUCKING MORON WHO CAN NOT EVEN SPEAK OUR LANGUAGE PROPERLY twice!!!

hey, you only have yourself to blame. you voted for this group of people who could care less about human life. you are to blame for this crisis, not me, i was calling him a total fucking moron before he got the nomination the first time. i would have lost money cuz i did not think that buttfuck could win, but you proved me wrong republicans, you proved me wrong.

republicans truly are stupid, stupid fucks, and will not learn because they are so fucking stupid. rove knows this, now you have read it, but you wont believe it, so if you voted for bush twice, fuck you asshole and i hope you die.

2 weeks vacation

a couple years ago i heard a story on npr about vacation stuff in the u.s. versus the rest of the world that works for living.

if you are well-read, then you know how much vacation time the europeans get and this story was about how we americans dont take as much time in one block as the rest of the world. it seems to me that i used to, and i see that my friends and family tend to jam vacations full with as much, or more, stress as work.

gary slydecker and his family are fucking sharks on vacation. wake up, go to the zoo, then the childrens museum, then back to a science pavillion, hump to local cultural hotspot, meeting the mayor and making a pilgramage to some historical landmark all before noon.

we used to go down to florida for a week. leave friday, drive straight through, get there saturday, need saturday & sunday to sort of recoup from the drive. before you think your brilliant, flying would have the same stress, but with more expense.

so then the vacation starts. on the beach hanging out, oh, but then what about disney? gotta trek to orlando for a day and a half, waste a shitload of dough on supreme evil, then back to the condo for a day of relaxation before we have to start packing up and going back home.

it fucking sucked.

now, we leave on thursday, drive straight through, get there friday, recoup, hang out maybe think about doing something in orlando, but now have 14 days to get it over with. we got fucked by the evil kingdom so we do other places less evil like seaworld & universal.

all the fucking time in the world. for two days, i never left the condo, got up, made brekky brekky brek for a shit load of family, played some halo & mass effect, went out with the kids on the beach for a couple hours, in for lunch and more xbox, then out to the pool for few hours of floating, then in for dinner, tv, xbox then sex. repeat for the next day (minus the sex. even thought the ocean does wonder for your sex life, two nights in a row is simply two much to expect)

with the vacations coming up, please, take at least two weeks. you are not needed at your job. if you run your own business, close it for two weeks, you wont go broke and you wont lose your customers, they will only want you more, and they will envy you that you had the balls to do it.

holiday in cambodia

So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back East your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you’ll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers ‘til you starve
then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son…
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc.
And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum’s got so much soul

dead kennedys-listen to it here

grand theft auto iv

something weird happened.

yesterday, i was driving back to the office and noticed i was weaving in and out of traffic. i started chuckling to myself and THEN i saw i was going 90mph.

i am not joking.

everything was pretty smooth though, just weaving in and out of some fairly heavy traffic at 90. i was not in a hurry. didnt have to pee. who the fuck wants to go back to the office?

it was my daily playing gta iv. all you do is drive around fast and try not to get in an accident.

what this means is i am going to vet my kids on gta iv before they get behind the wheel. if they can make it from southern new aldernay to northern bohan without an accident or running a redlight, then i will take them for a learners permit.

thank you rockstar for creating this game which will teach safety to all new drivers.

singers that want you to clap

the easiest way to ferret out asshole singers is to see if they make these asides during singing like "cmon" and clap above their heads.

maybe they do something like "lets hear some noise" and make clapping motions.

now, why do they do this? because you are not a drone idiot jackass and are not clapping? is this fucking singers ego is not inflated enough and wants people to react to its patheticness?

you dont see the big stars doing this. now dont go trying to make me wrong. when i say "the big stars" i am not referring to the shitty fucking processed meat your kids listen to sung by marginally attractively made up little people who are destined for suicide when in just a few years their candle is properly drowned.

"big stars" means those artists that write and evenplay their own stuff, that have been around for years, that dont lip synch, that actually have musical talent and ability. they have made it, and dont need to do anything to get you to clap because you probably already are, or it comes naturally.

these losers who storm the stage, jumping, trying to artificially infuse emotion into their "new" song they just hijacked from an old catalog, dont have anything that is natural except being a loser inside.

so, dont. make sure you dont clap. teach your children well, teach them to not take direction from some alcholic, drug-infused hack they listen to. do not join the masses. pretend you have a real mess-o-education and can stand and clap when you feel it is prudent and earned.

time with kids

if you are a parent of children age 12 and younger, then stop reading this and go do something with them, unless of course, they are asleep.

i have made a point to not work as hard and to spend time with my children and it is awesome! sure, i could be making more money, but money aint worth what i get.

i further have decided to keep it going as long as they will let me. this does not mean the cheap and lazy attendance at ball games and shuttling to lessons of some sort. i aim to make the time worth it.

like i am teaching one to watercolor, one the guitar, keep reading to the youngest, and the oldest i am still trying to figure out how to get some one-on-one time with.

screw making money, that is time away for things that will keep us further apart. how wonderful it must have been in the early stages of man, just waking up with the family, checking to see if there is enough food for the day, if not, taking the boys and hunting for food.

that would be sweet.

stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

whose woods these are i think i know
his house is in the village though
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow

my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year

he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
the only other sounds the sweep
easy wind and downy flake

the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep

-robert frost