I have been hibernating like a buxom-hearted bear, letting the days and time wash my memories and dreams clean like bullets. I don't know tiredness and I will never know lazy. That is for the best.

I've met people with all kinds of eyes--bloodshot eyes, missing eyes, eyes with strange colored splotches, eyes for help me and eyes for I can handle it, drunk eyes and tired eyes, happy eyes and uncertain eyes, eyes for looking and eyes for being seen ( Read more... )

Whoa! Looks like I haven't updated in a while!

Anyway, here's a conversation I had this morning:

Me: Whoa! Look at.. what is that?

Guy Holding Onto This Long Thing That Attaches to My Collar: Come on, Andrew....

Me: Wha... oh... Holy cow! Did you see that??

GHOTTTAC: It's just a squirrel, Andrew.

Me: A squirrel? That thing was fast! Hey, hey ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I licked a dead mouse. I know I know I know it seems like a crazy and stupid idea, but I had nothing to loose, right?? You know? Stuff like that is what makes life worth living, man! Going after the long shot, pursuing something almost impossible, working towards a distant vision. Who knows what that lick could have brought me!

It's ( Read more... )

Many people say that the last sentence of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby" is the greatest final line in literature: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past ( Read more... )

Have any of you danced in a pile of leaves before?

Man, I swear there's nothing more fun than gamboling outside and cannonballing into a giant pile of leaves. Then you periscope up and claim it just like Francisco Fucking Pizarro.

I wish trees shed in the summer too, like me.

Sometimes I hump things. The couch. A pillow. You know, just get my legs and hips going in a real tottery forward backward forward backward rhumba.

I once humped my friend Bailey's head.

I had a friend with ears limp and furry as portobello mushrooms and a nose wet and black like an olive. She would tell me about the cats she would catch. "They're no match for me!" She'd say. "I'm so fast fast fast! I can catch all the cats." Then she'd look at me, nose pointed down and eyebrows like an upturned W.

I would just smile.

You may think I'm too old, but man I love toys. I love to pounce on them, grab them in my mouth, and shake my head like a hummingbird rising out of a birdbath. Hooo!

Sometimes I want to give my toy to someone, but forget and start playing tug-of-war! I'll pull and pull with the strength of oxen. You should see my muscles.

I heard music last night like you wouldn't believe. You should have my ears. I hear music like you taste delicacies.

I ran to it, ignoring my name and dodging bushes and people like a bottle bobbing in a stream around the glistening rocks.

When they finished I asked them to keep playing but they ignored me.