Month: April 2002

old old old

oh, the muscles ache so cleverly. remembering me to distraction, biting down
into the gravy biscuits. yeesh, how did one get so hungry? I saw them
last night. I don’t even hardly know what to say. it was a unique. more I
can hardly say, because my distraction is fully and complete, but I’m forgetting
everything now. the weekend was also fully. but more than that, also, I cannot
say, lacking the will.

old old old

forswear the bludgeoning instruments, please: just leave them parked at the
curb. we don’t like getting squashed anymore than the next fellow. and yet,
time after time, you wild things just can’t seem to settle down and swing
your clubs like crazed things through the shimmering allnight. just because
you’re right, doesn’t mean we should suffer for it. words are grazing my
brain obliquely, like sledgehammers, difficult to use and twice as heavy.