Monday, August 31, 2009

Why bother trying to figure out
what the stains are made of in the
market parking lot
and how they got there?

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Its like when we pee at a public urinal.
We look up and over and around,
but not really at anything.

Eye contact is an intriguing beast.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

There are different kinds of death.
Some of us get to choose.

How odd is that?

Friday, August 28, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I came across a discarded hopscotch recently.
I walked around it before stepping into it.
I suppose I wanted to be sure it was solid.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Do feet begin to smell because of
their containment?
Contained things always eventually smell and mold.
But why then does the room where the most
cleaning takes place (bathroom) get the scummiest?

We produce some scary stuff.

We are a a scary thing.

Monday, August 24, 2009

I wish for energy.
Nothing special just the regular kind
that applies to the simple tasks.

I'll wait here.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Friday, August 21, 2009

I've seen them for years.
its not for me to say, but
it becomes less grand as
time goes on.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

There's an abundance of convenience.
As there should be.
Why does something have to suffer as a result?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

the pillow is the magical gateway to
whats on the other side.
I attempt to document this.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Do pants really need to be clean?
There is a thought that they were originally
intended merely as at the ready rags.
Something convenient to wipe the hands.
People who do laundry don't like this.
Laundry is an awful event.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

Somebody cut in front of me at the coffee shop.
I didn't say anything because I'm never in a hurry.
They had a child. I think they thought it
was all right because of this.
I need a fake child.
I don't want to pick a real one up at soccer practice,
and I always explain everything wrong.

It wouldn't grow up right.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

We don't like to be surprised.
It can make us loud and/or obnoxious.
We are not ourselves.
We need to have a variety of
different sounds to our doorbells
so we can prepare ourselves appropriately.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Is it true that things will
always make sense at some
point or another eventually?
Or do we just work on it till it does?
And then does it only makes sense to us?

Thats what people tell me.

Nothing wrong with that.

Is there?

People don't really tell me that.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Girls are smarter than boys
and they drive a truck better.
I've seen 'Ice Trucker'.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Some words force themselves
upon us and we have to use them.
It can make people angry, but then
there are other words to fix
those ones that we can't erase.
They're all good though and thats why
I always use a pen.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

You can stare for long
periods of time, but it makes
people uncomfortable.
Dress like a crazy person
and you will feel less self-conscious.
Makes it easier.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

I haven't bought much furniture
in my life.
That stuff is expensive and
should be I suppose.
I didn't buy anything.
I am cheap.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I just saw a dead duck.
It was a child.
I don't like it when children die.
Adults on the other hand.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I've seen the movies.
I know what really happens to those
the organs. They go into other people
and those people become us.
I think I would like that.

Monday, August 3, 2009

From the books that keep us alive.
I find myself dancing and playing the violin.
If only I knew how.
I suppose I don't need to, I have this.
And this is so much easier.