Thursday, September 16, 2010

and wouldn't our mommies and daddies be proud at our ability to communicate? at the age of 25, able to pick up a phone and distill our lives into punchlines and stories and miscreant ruin dilapidant daydream wondrland intuitive rambles? half done as I always say, half done with the times and may they drive me out in a loud, old, American car into the cornfields the greenfields the strange old country avenues ofmy half-life 13 year old Iowa nightmare. May the dogs run out the fields, each with a gimp or deformity... may the large furry figure come to rescue me and carry me away.

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