our dog growls when pet
and runs inside excited
after going poop.
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.
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.
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.
They scoop fish from the ocean as we blow each others heads off.
04 September 2008
25 August 2008
I am an osprey with arms!
Seabound and Seafoam from.
Wings of flight, flightless
fingers wiggling at the
ends.
I am teeth and balding,
the injustices of hard
labor, of fishing and
souless godless wind and wave,
of Square Feet and tail feather,
of how to shake the aforementioned.
It is cold where I sleep,
Nested and nestled, Fingered and reaching.
Aflight. Alight. Alive.
Wings of flight, flightless
fingers wiggling at the
ends.
I am teeth and balding,
the injustices of hard
labor, of fishing and
souless godless wind and wave,
of Square Feet and tail feather,
of how to shake the aforementioned.
It is cold where I sleep,
Nested and nestled, Fingered and reaching.
Aflight. Alight. Alive.
09 August 2008
HE'S Back
I am back now. Not in the city, in the country and there's a couch in the country, undivoted. BY GOD I SHALL DIVOT. My house is pretty, healthy, pretty healthy, pretty empty even with two peoples. Wanna Visit? Lets! My legs have hair on them, and in the whitest parts of the wall, I can see their shadows. On the tip of each hair, a single drop of water hangs on, post shower pre towel
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