Thursday, March 10, 2005
Outer
how many times have you stared out the window and seen a pink man, wires dangling from his face, walk across your lawn?
"You should really get new sneakers"
"I bought these shoes in Rome, on credit of course--I don't make much at--"
"Whoa, out of control. I didn't ask for your life story, dude"
"--Being a pink man, its the private sector, really. They killed Eazy-E."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ghandi wore these shoes, well, I mean, not these shoes in particular, but certainly ones like them--"
"Dude, you're not thinking straight. You need sneakers"
"ones that were this silky Italian brown...brown brown brown"
"This is inane. I'm going inside"
"Plus, his had these little frizzy things on them, well, not like frizzy frizzy, but they were real hair-like, like Woody Allen's hair only smarter..."
and then the curtains came down.
