February 27, 2004
crash
pickled heart-----kind of bitter, green and frightfully cold but worth eating anyway
toes shivering in front of the pom-poms
half a weekend, mine not his
and I decide:
why work now when I know I have many hours to do it
and
should I make a pig costume, you know, all pink with a twirly tail and a really great snout? maybe not
but
maybe
and
have you ever stopped and tried to find that place where you know you are brilliant- or watched yourself and then realized that the most amazing part of you sits on the 76second wrung of a banana peal ladder, which makes sense, as it is a place that you are only likely to find once- purely by accident-just after you slip and flail and right before the moment of clarity when it suddenly dawns on you that your are going to land on your ass-on top of all the discarded bananas?
yeah, me too.
the stubble raising cold shiver is running up my legs, toes are still cold, but
the pickle is starting to warm up...finally.
and unless I put an end to this mindless torture of my fellow procrastinators I will drone on through the ages
well... the hours, naw- seconds
drool
head loll
very slow blinking one eye at a time
!pickle salt on my popcorn! yay
ta
cthecrapyagetwhenimunderpressure
people/things I would most like to slap with a northern pike: tom cruise, that guy (either you know or you don't), Wendy's 'open great even late', 'cept they don't have the southwest chicken ceasar anymore- so why would I even go there? my neck (nothing beats the soothing coolness of a raw northern pike on an inflamed mystery rash.