1:12
im writing you a letter poem. ok maybe by letter poem i mean letter and probably by letter i mean random scribblings that make the time go away. i looked at the clock two minutes ago and it said 1:12. i looked at the clock now and it said 1:12. in a few minutes im going to look at the clock and it will say 1:12. time is broken; someone should tell God. i hired a small man to live inside of my head and scoop out the pipes. it works alright for me because he prefers nights. (when he was a child his mom was a nurse and always got home after 11:00 pm. he had a habit of staying up late for her every night and has never preferred mornings since.) this means when i wake up he is usually done scopping out the earwax and snotty buildup. ive tried to tell him that i would prefer if he started his shift by sorting out the thoughts and worries are so this could be completed before i become functional but he really prefers the routine he has going now. oh well. i suppose i should tell you that his name is ed- i mean, in case you ever meet him at a christmas party or something.
im longing for nature today. not the kind you're thinking of, either- the other kind. i really need to climb a tree and chew some bark. chew some bark and pretend i was some other creature- one that would never owe any back taxes or have to put gas in their car. i need to view the world from a higher perspective for a few days. and i wouldn't mind if it rained either- in fact i know i would prefer it. i suppose ive been pretty selfish- i never gave you the invitation for the tree times. it was handmade and took me quite a long time because i was searching for the right recycled paper (the invitation being for a tree party and all) but when i found the paper and made the invitaion i made just one. it took me days to decide who i wanted to give it to and finally the decision became so hard that i just kept it. but now that youve never received the actual invite you probably think im lying. i am, but thats beside the point. anyway, im postponing the whole thing because i dont have the proper shoes. ill let you know, though. i was thinking of may 11th- there are never any mosquitos on may 11th and it is not george bush's birthday. plus, i looked at randy's calendar and he is not available on that day. randys dont belong in trees anyway; everyone knows that. he just doesn't seem to understand.
you're back now and its 1:12. how disappointing.
im longing for nature today. not the kind you're thinking of, either- the other kind. i really need to climb a tree and chew some bark. chew some bark and pretend i was some other creature- one that would never owe any back taxes or have to put gas in their car. i need to view the world from a higher perspective for a few days. and i wouldn't mind if it rained either- in fact i know i would prefer it. i suppose ive been pretty selfish- i never gave you the invitation for the tree times. it was handmade and took me quite a long time because i was searching for the right recycled paper (the invitation being for a tree party and all) but when i found the paper and made the invitaion i made just one. it took me days to decide who i wanted to give it to and finally the decision became so hard that i just kept it. but now that youve never received the actual invite you probably think im lying. i am, but thats beside the point. anyway, im postponing the whole thing because i dont have the proper shoes. ill let you know, though. i was thinking of may 11th- there are never any mosquitos on may 11th and it is not george bush's birthday. plus, i looked at randy's calendar and he is not available on that day. randys dont belong in trees anyway; everyone knows that. he just doesn't seem to understand.
you're back now and its 1:12. how disappointing.