The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Monday, July 24, 2006

As the music dies, something in your eyes, calls to mind the silver screen and all its sad good-byes.


This weekend kicked ass!

Wanna know why?

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, your attention, please. Prepare to be amazed by the 30 gallons of compost I created in my very own back yard since I moved here!

PEE-U! There is some rank stank going on, but one day I WILL have a decent yard with good dirt.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, at least one fume is doing good at your house!

9:53 AM  
Blogger Nikki said...

Thank goodness I keep a lid on it, or I would smell it in the house too.

I guess it's sort of an ovo-vegetarian composte. There is no animal by-products or manure involved, with an exception to a few egg shells. It mainly constists of leaves, yard clippings, corn cobs, peelings coffee grounds, mulched leaves, peanut shells, weeds, etc.

I was so excited about it that I took some to Jean's house. Even though she was the president of the ecology club in college or something, she was less than impressed with the smell. She put it in far corner of her backyard far away from her house.

11:31 PM  

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