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dead mice hurt my feelings. i ask the cosmic universe if he understands my apprehension about a life being taken, even if it's small and fury. he probably answers yes, but i haven't made progress in hearing him yet... just speaking to him. he must get frustrated with me, especially when i try to report abstract things to him like dead mice and apprehension. i want to be like kilgore trout and be the eyes for the cosmic universe, because it makes me appreciate things like i use to.
and i really like vonnegut. he's a tad self-conscious as a writer, but it reminds me of what it's like to be human again. in the summertime, that's what i need... something to bring me back to my imagination. i want to read a lot of vonnegut now. and the rest of the j.d. salinger i couldn't get to last summer - as that was my mission, to read all of j.d. salinger's stories. i'm nearly there.
i also scratch my sunburn and tell the cosmic universe that it isn't summer in a city until you sit in your underwear in front of a fan and scratch your sunburn. he probably asks why? and i say "because there's nothing nicer then reminding yourself that there's sunshine just outside your window, and you can still touch it."
i think i make the cosmic universe smile sometimes.
and i really like vonnegut. he's a tad self-conscious as a writer, but it reminds me of what it's like to be human again. in the summertime, that's what i need... something to bring me back to my imagination. i want to read a lot of vonnegut now. and the rest of the j.d. salinger i couldn't get to last summer - as that was my mission, to read all of j.d. salinger's stories. i'm nearly there.
i also scratch my sunburn and tell the cosmic universe that it isn't summer in a city until you sit in your underwear in front of a fan and scratch your sunburn. he probably asks why? and i say "because there's nothing nicer then reminding yourself that there's sunshine just outside your window, and you can still touch it."
i think i make the cosmic universe smile sometimes.