Thursday, November 11, 2004
don't remember me.
don't act like you can't hear me.
people, let's hug. let's set down our warm glasses of milk and differences. cuddle around cold histories and watch the sunset.
and then read small articles on one of the greatest American authors still alive--and with a Wizard's white beard, no less. seriously, this cat is one of my few heroes that still eats cereal and reads Sir Thomas Browne (17th century British writers, stand up). and i don't have many left that are living, you see. thats why i watch the other side of the country from my window to see who's next to go.
i'm looking at you, Lou Reed. no, no. just kidding. no, really.
speaking of Lou Reed, whats the tiff between old retired Republicans from Wyoming and smart-alicky political--with a capital "P"-- tv hosts? makes me want to stick some sadness and a bag of ugly in my Transformers lunchbox and watch it wither. weather. what?
teddy bears are chewing the leaves from trees of pixels.
breathing brains.
smiling with butterfly teeth.
yes huh.
to all the old people in Ohio who voted with the terrorists and kids waiting for new Star Wars films (it actually looks good): let's protest the Advertisting Agencies by zipping up our streets. i dont know what that means.
(they just opened up a Citgo in my bathroom)
