Wednesday, February 25, 2009

sleep deprivation, peels depravity, part two?

Walking home under the old Uptown theater and were there any stars inside they'd have soul. But it's been long boarded up and now painted brown.
And were there any stars in the sky you'd make some sort of self-serving wish on one. You've learned to do this from Jimminy Cricket as a little boy.
"Hey young mayn, c'you hyepp me out wit some chaynn?"
Were there any chaynn in your pocket you probably would have hyepped her out. But just moments ago you realized the chaynn you were carrying was exactly enough to pay for exactly one plain McDouble, so you figured what the hell, right? And you spent it on a plain McDouble.
And were there anything in your head, anything, it'd be brilliant, you're thinking to yourself.

Friday, February 06, 2009

how's about tellin a story.

there is a huge flock of weird birds having a weird bird conference on our block. they've got a brindle-y coat of feathers and i want to call them warblers, because that's what they're doing.
they seem out of place, or generally confused.

last night my mom told me she dreamed that i had a lap full of foxes and i was breaking their jaws. one after the other.
now whaddya make of that, huh?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

"Be afraid of not feeling very much."
William T. Wiley

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