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September 26, 2004
The Day After Things Ended.
First, my quote of the day: "I feel like toast just out of the blender." - said by me, to my roommate when he found me on the lounge couch.
Hi, I'll be your dustpan this semester. Oh, you're having a bad day? Just use a bigger brush...moving particles, like microscopic universes cast out by the greater mass. Ignorance, also like toast, can't be anything but what it is...crunchy. Everyone likes toast, everyone likes ignorance, and the dogs of war are happy with their bones to chew. It's all about the brush, though...you have to upgrade through the eons, adding bristles ground from human remains and fertilizer. Around and around the wheel turns, but you still can't lose yourself in a teardrop until you fix the ducts.
I'll tell you a secret. You have to keep watching that green streetlight, because when it goes out, so do you. You can talk to the old man about anything, but they'll never be able to see him. It's okay, though...death is just the Universe's laxative.
I just can't get my mind back together. I really do feel like toast from a blender, but with strawberries added in. It must be French, because no sane person would even try. I woke up in the lounge, and then I forgot how I did my laundry.
If you can follow this at all, please respond and tell me what the hell I'm talking about, because I have no idea.
Posted by larry at September 26, 2004 01:04 PM
Comments
larry you are crazy but that's the way i like you
Posted by: kara at October 2, 2004 08:28 PM
my favorite line is about watching the green street light. i'll be carrying that one with me for a while.
Posted by: Kristina C at November 10, 2004 01:44 PM