Whiskey and Dental Floss (OR: The Impossible Rendered Poopy.)
Yeah, hmm, uh, um, hrm, kinda', mm, schwooo... peculiarly enough, I'm thinking. All the time. I'll catch myself, unabashedly, like your mom when she found you with that Playboy/girl/stuffed animal. Call it nail-biting, except with fatty pink tissue and bodily fluids. Ed's note: Juliet, he's waiting on that proposal still - he's an impatient star-in-waiting.
Y'know.
About THINGS (may or may not).
And SHAPES (never quite fit).
And COLORS (feel so nice).
And SOUNDS (keep it on the run).
...
Last time I traveled to fungiland, there was no need to return. The sun only came up out of bad habit, and it apologized quite profusely.
...
Jump-roping to THE MOTHERFUCKIN' MOON today. Wish me taciturn luck. And vociferous domination. Just hope I can take my Chinese leftovers up with me.
I'm almost done with The Second Sex. Thirty-some-odd pages. Quick, type up words of inspiration to carry me to the finish line!
So after last night, it's official: economics is teh suckness and the cuteness all bundled into one cuddly chimeric timebomb. But it sure beats talking about being an orge, like Ben Franklin. My Favorite Dad.
REJOICED! We got a demo at WCKS and the single was bland as white bread compared to the other tracks on it. Brian Burton and I should make mutant mice babies. It'll be in the name of science!
So, after being invited to three parties for the next three weeks, plead to me: why I should take you along?
Photojournalism makes me a child again, and a million thanks they'll never know.
P.S. I've reached the conclusion that after dating Handrea for a decade or so, more or less, the second law of thermodynamics really starts to kick in... but I would be fine with that infinite standstill, an eternal freeze. I'm so content just roaming around and imparting youngsters with my wisdom. I'd be so frustrated with an adolescent: they'd whine about how lonely they are, and then I'd teach them Kegels, and then they'd get all grossed out and comment on their perceived ugliness, and then I'd catapult them down the stairs to prove them wrong.
"BUT YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! WHY?!"
[curtains close.]
An hour unheard
lost in azure dream
stranded heart perturbed
just as we gleam.
Y'know.
About THINGS (may or may not).
And SHAPES (never quite fit).
And COLORS (feel so nice).
And SOUNDS (keep it on the run).
...
Last time I traveled to fungiland, there was no need to return. The sun only came up out of bad habit, and it apologized quite profusely.
...
Jump-roping to THE MOTHERFUCKIN' MOON today. Wish me taciturn luck. And vociferous domination. Just hope I can take my Chinese leftovers up with me.
I'm almost done with The Second Sex. Thirty-some-odd pages. Quick, type up words of inspiration to carry me to the finish line!
So after last night, it's official: economics is teh suckness and the cuteness all bundled into one cuddly chimeric timebomb. But it sure beats talking about being an orge, like Ben Franklin. My Favorite Dad.
REJOICED! We got a demo at WCKS and the single was bland as white bread compared to the other tracks on it. Brian Burton and I should make mutant mice babies. It'll be in the name of science!
So, after being invited to three parties for the next three weeks, plead to me: why I should take you along?
Photojournalism makes me a child again, and a million thanks they'll never know.
P.S. I've reached the conclusion that after dating Handrea for a decade or so, more or less, the second law of thermodynamics really starts to kick in... but I would be fine with that infinite standstill, an eternal freeze. I'm so content just roaming around and imparting youngsters with my wisdom. I'd be so frustrated with an adolescent: they'd whine about how lonely they are, and then I'd teach them Kegels, and then they'd get all grossed out and comment on their perceived ugliness, and then I'd catapult them down the stairs to prove them wrong.
"BUT YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! WHY?!"
[curtains close.]
An hour unheard
lost in azure dream
stranded heart perturbed
just as we gleam.