Monday, July 23, 2007

on ritz crackers

why do i always do these before i go to sleep when i'm ready to count sheep and make love to robot women on beds of grass in extraterrestrial terrariums at west forty second street when i could just as easily be watching a movie or taking tylenol till my eyes bleed out and i need a change of linens. loose type on movable sets cast iron memories ancient talking dogs of west africa tell me that tomorrow is a good day (backspace) for wet kisses on ramps to admission gates losing time against elephantitis and ocean currents as a man in a speedboat makes a uturn at the waterfall and just begin to notice that the there are stairs inside that doghouse and underground is where all the action is. but she lies in uncomfortable rectangles convincing us that she's alright (i know she is) and tells us about days past and girls past and time past and we're here in the future waiting for tomorrow like there's no today. (mondays are a bit slow around here). goodbye sweet dreams i'll see you when i wake up and forget you by the time my coffee percolates (who still percolates) how much percolates what time is the movie open and do they have cheap films that aren't from thailand or Indonesia or any other disreputable systems. run run run run run i'm telling you they were happy, just failed happy. next time i'll get the point across- these are supposed to be learning experiences maybe its i that should take the criticisms better instead of turning it all around and i'm sorry that i was wrong about the prix fixe lunches but my dreams can't lie and i do have a new pair of black shoes that would be fine for the occasion. keep walking sideways with your cap on backwards because there's no time to waste in the hustle bustle world of midtown continental and black olives in milky white crustaceans. if i told you that this had gone on long enough already would you call me a murderer and ask for me to be sacked or burlaped or strung down or hung up or ate out by crusty (maggots? walking on will o the wisp floors in falling towers next to bayside breeze machines did you hear they're putting a ski slope in the meadowlands? i have seventeen bridges for sale!) time to clap our hands for the new mayor of downtown life with a stuffed tomato grin and he wears suspenders from five to nine and eats scallops with his left hand while his right hand holds the tax lady and she coos for more chips ahoy in the sun drenched morning. honeydew peanuts on foam waves with spume spume spume eat away at plastic shard dolphins and stuffed animal crackers while the shortest man in the world takes soup with the king of bejing/persia/united states of mexican't eat anymore tonight, thanks. i don't mean to be rude if you call me a doctor one more time i'm going straight back to law school and i'll show you what a raisin or a peppercorn (that's it) is worth. don't walk in my garden without proper footwear, my young hero or i'll turn you into a hoagie faster than you an call a four year old the m word.

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