Monday, April 16, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
factors
no telling what truly caused or did not cause me to stop by your house today
here are just a few of the contributing factors. I may or may not be aware of others
[first of all], a woman cleaned up after her dog right as i walked by
she kept her back to me because maybe or maybe not she was embarrased
did she could she imagine me imagining her enjoying the warmth through the plastic bag in her hand?
i looked away in order to allow her whatever privacy she did or not need
[second of all] but as I turned my head, there was a discarded golden condom wrapper right in the walkway of the house i was walking in front of
[something of all] the song that just came on is too good to interrupt by pushing pause in the event that you are on your porch to talk or not to.
the people inside probably or did not see me seeing their condom wrapper
and looking straight ahead, I saw your window and
[third of all] by now i was already
too close to call and ask if you were or not home.
[fourth of all] I even looked back to consider one last time, but there was the lady and her dog
heads held high to hide or not hide any loss of dignity - warm plastic bag in hand
so just close your eyes. try not to embarrass anyone. keep walking.
were you or not home? did or did not you see me? i may or may not catch you next time.
here are just a few of the contributing factors. I may or may not be aware of others
[first of all], a woman cleaned up after her dog right as i walked by
she kept her back to me because maybe or maybe not she was embarrased
did she could she imagine me imagining her enjoying the warmth through the plastic bag in her hand?
i looked away in order to allow her whatever privacy she did or not need
[second of all] but as I turned my head, there was a discarded golden condom wrapper right in the walkway of the house i was walking in front of
[something of all] the song that just came on is too good to interrupt by pushing pause in the event that you are on your porch to talk or not to.
the people inside probably or did not see me seeing their condom wrapper
and looking straight ahead, I saw your window and
[third of all] by now i was already
too close to call and ask if you were or not home.
[fourth of all] I even looked back to consider one last time, but there was the lady and her dog
heads held high to hide or not hide any loss of dignity - warm plastic bag in hand
so just close your eyes. try not to embarrass anyone. keep walking.
were you or not home? did or did not you see me? i may or may not catch you next time.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Makes you want to cry
Hard to believe that Lik-Sang got shut down. Actually.... it's hard to believe it didn't happen sooner, I guess. They were too good to be true for too long.
Past Death
Remember that time when we were pirates together in a past life and you told me "guess what? I invented a new muscle."?
Well - some time later (after you had fallen overboard) I remembered that and it seemed so funny to me that I began to laugh uncontrollably until I accidentally lit my cannon and slipped on the poopdeck, falling below into the bilge where a rat climbed into my open, laughing mouth causing me to laugh even harder with his ticklish tail so that in my rush to get myself under control, I fired my musket through the rat, my head and probably the hull of the ship.
Thanks for that. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not bitter. It still makes me laugh.
Well - some time later (after you had fallen overboard) I remembered that and it seemed so funny to me that I began to laugh uncontrollably until I accidentally lit my cannon and slipped on the poopdeck, falling below into the bilge where a rat climbed into my open, laughing mouth causing me to laugh even harder with his ticklish tail so that in my rush to get myself under control, I fired my musket through the rat, my head and probably the hull of the ship.
Thanks for that. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not bitter. It still makes me laugh.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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