22 September 2008

21 September 2008

Cheeze Ball

Have you found the fandango bag? Hidden before your eyes in broad day Bud Light? I wonder which scotch brite brill pad would serve my dish needs best. I have fritter residue, and I am planning to use the same pan for bouillabaisse. Maybe an A140. Yes. A140 indeed.

In other news, we are almost out of coffee here, so prepare for the worst. I hate this thing. I can't get it.

19 September 2008

And then he said this and then she said that and then

In the span of a minute, I am viewing publicly. Looking to the sky at the black starless space, stareless space that no/one can hope to ignore. I am here in the heat in the heart of the heavens. Here in the hovels of a shovel. On the internet, the cars drive quickly and free monetarily. Light pollution from a light cycle, rising and riding on the currents of curcuits.

I am tired. I want the daze of Saturn, the day of the sun. I am tried and through with this week, ready for the end to come in two plus hours plus the relaxation of an Ethiopian couch.

06 September 2008

Movies.

Pelicans are not concerned with the evils of men.
They scoop fish from the ocean as we blow each others heads off.