i get invited places and shake my head. I can't, i say, I have to forget for a few hours today. At first i needed help, for instance by learning things that make no sense to learn. The rate of acceleration due to gravity will not help me eat or reproduce. Well, it might help me reproduce. Some girls are into that. Then, I started getting paid to forget by learning how to do things that make no sense to do. Knowing how to fill a bag of popcorn promptly has a very slim chance of saving me from a bear attack. Bears are very effective predators but wildly ineffective maters. Forgetting comes naturally to them. Lucky us.
i try to remember what is poison and i can't. i try to remember what girls think is interesting, again i can't. i have forgotten it by heart.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
collide us
When you feel it move
Inside of you
It isn't something righteous
It isn't beautiful
It isn't magic
Baby, it's colitis.
Inside of you
It isn't something righteous
It isn't beautiful
It isn't magic
Baby, it's colitis.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Eater II

Every morning, Gardener cuts the head off of one of his yellow flowers and throws it through the sky, into Eater's mouth. Eater spits back one stony, gray seed for Gardener to plant another. Often, Eater is greedy and devours too much, biting into the one seed he is indebted to send back. Sometimes he swallows it whole. Some days, to threaten Eater and remind him of their agreement, Gardener keeps his yellow flower in his window, making his home brilliant but the whole world gray.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
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