and the space flies have landed...

i've been wandering down the hallway, munching parle g and meandering, drifting from side to side. there's a light on in that room, way down there, so i amble forward and peer in curiously. after that i go away. i go go go.

off down to a locked door steel lock. confusion. where? where? where?

turn around, walk back, voices. room. glint. metal. key. there. hello!

almost forgot. bye-bye.

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things i love are nailpolish, kangarooes, and the color yellow.
juice is also good. maybe for drinking. maybe.

say hello from time to time. we won't die. i won't get up and start barking. its okay. we can make snow. if you can't make your mind up...

coupling. sex. isn't the english language weird. i wonder who the first professor of the english language was. and chippendale dancers. wow. and tlc, for that matter. and smiley people with teeth that are just way too damn white. people that smile too much are...in need of watching.

also, love. love is rain. fleeting. like hilary duff.

criminal as it may be, we can't all be fluffy. some of us are straight. and some are shiny. some have too much. and some have too little. but hair is hair. and that's that.

i've got may peace prevail on earth on my mind. non liquet. the icj. a situation without answers. a void. a place where nobody knows what to do, or how to do it.

there's a guitar in my hand. mona lisa. the last of your kind. lover i don't have to love. first thing on my mind. there's a little more left to write.

crinkle dink, crinkle dink.
the space flies have landed.


currently: cherry-lipped, worrisome, guitar in hand.
listening: hallelujah - jeff buckley.