get on your feet
this post is dedicated to max steele,
max steele: the action figure, the diamond smuggler, the longtime internet shit-talk comrade, the fuzzy occasional man about town. max who probably still reads this journal, but maybe not.
max, i like that you are a big question mark on my "FRIENDSTER" account, because that is very appropriate and you should probably leave it just that way. oh max, you are so cryptic. i never know if you are true or false, yes or no, A, B, C, or D . you are a complete mystery, and you should be proud.
you sent me a book in the mail once. i was away at school, do you remember? it was very odd and kind, and i wont forget.
i do this thing with people i only half-know. i pretend that i know that really we are quite similar, that i know this somehow in some way. i sometimes told you things that i hadn't told anyone else, i suppose for that reason. because you were such a question mark, i decided that we were linked in some witchy way: what with the birthdate, the similarities in frames and service to the local book lender, the strong affinity for a certain Cotton Swab.
remember when we used to write eachother emails? that was nice. i gather that you are through with pleasantries, and if you would prefer that i did away with them altogether, then i suppose i would be obliged to do so.
let me know sometime,
goodbye until then i think
a bird fuedist
max steele: the action figure, the diamond smuggler, the longtime internet shit-talk comrade, the fuzzy occasional man about town. max who probably still reads this journal, but maybe not.
max, i like that you are a big question mark on my "FRIENDSTER" account, because that is very appropriate and you should probably leave it just that way. oh max, you are so cryptic. i never know if you are true or false, yes or no, A, B, C, or D . you are a complete mystery, and you should be proud.
you sent me a book in the mail once. i was away at school, do you remember? it was very odd and kind, and i wont forget.
i do this thing with people i only half-know. i pretend that i know that really we are quite similar, that i know this somehow in some way. i sometimes told you things that i hadn't told anyone else, i suppose for that reason. because you were such a question mark, i decided that we were linked in some witchy way: what with the birthdate, the similarities in frames and service to the local book lender, the strong affinity for a certain Cotton Swab.
remember when we used to write eachother emails? that was nice. i gather that you are through with pleasantries, and if you would prefer that i did away with them altogether, then i suppose i would be obliged to do so.
let me know sometime,
goodbye until then i think
a bird fuedist