February 2010
10 posts
I ATE YOUR CANDY.
I PUT IT IN MY MOUTH.
THEN I WROTE THIS NOTE
SO YOU’D KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE.
I USED TO BE A SINGLE GENIUS.
BUT A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED AND THEN I WAS 100 MEDIOCRE PEOPLE INSTEAD.
IT’S COOL THOUGH. WE SIT AROUND HOLDING HANDS.
SOMETIMES WE DRINK AND RIDE ZEBRAS, OR SPROUT WINGS AND SHOUT SHIT AT THE MOON.
SOMETIMES WE DISCOVER THAT ALL LANGUAGE IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE.
SOMETIMES WE EAT A DONUT BUT PRETEND WE DIDN’T.
SOMETIMES WE DISSOLVE INTO MUSIC AND...
JUDGMENT: LACKS IMAGINATION.
PUNISHMENT: A DAMP RAG ON YOUR FACE FOREVER.
A SLIVER OF BRIGHT MUSIC THROUGH A PRECISELY SHUT DOOR.
AUTOMATIC TONGS. A THIMBLEFUL OF TONIC. THE QUICK IMPRESSION OF LIQUID LABRADORS. A FEW HANDSHAKES IN THE DARK.
