A baby combing it's hair with a potato peeler, a beer doesn't get ...
A baby combing it's hair with a potato peeler, a beer doesn't get ...
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exhausted and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, I am free<br />
to pursue the realm of the professional amateur, I am not<br />
bound to any one system way path country idea, I am not <strong>get</strong>ting<br />
answers because I do not really need answers, I close my<br />
eyes. Your fingers play and make my stomach muscles quiver, I<br />
don’t know about you but I’d rather be a name than a number,<br />
I figured you had a sense of humor — after all you married<br />
her, I <strong>get</strong> distracted just walking downstairs to <strong>get</strong> a glass<br />
of water, I got something to say I raped your mother today —<br />
Metallica, I had a dream I was falling through a hole in the<br />
ozone layer, I hate <strong>get</strong>ting blown by a girl and then she tries to<br />
kiss you after, I hate it when people try to impose their opinions<br />
on others, I hate when thin girls complain about their big<br />
hips thighs etc., I hate when you think you have to fart but<br />
instead you shit your drawers, I know that certain vitamins can<br />
make your doo-doo crazy colors, I like the ambiguous ones<br />
which dawn on the tar<strong>get</strong> days later, I look exactly the same<br />
but everyone else looks so much older, I may be startled but I<br />
won’t give my body up to be powder, I never saw you put jelly<br />
on a tuna fish sandwich before, I promise I’ll bring you just a<br />
little bit of the plague in a jar, I ran and ran and ran and ran<br />
until I couldn’t run anymore, I really hate it when people<br />
cheat in the Express Lane at the store, “I see!” said the blind<br />
carpenter as he picked up his hammer and saw, I spend half<br />
the year here and half the year there. My wife stays there all<br />
year, I want to bring in infinite regress and infinite progress<br />
here, I was a pretty serious pot-head in the early high-school<br />
years, I went down to the sacred store where I’d heard the<br />
music years before, I wish some people would stop confusing<br />
us <strong>with</strong> California, I wish we could chat longer but I’m having<br />
an old friend for dinner, I woke up on the roadside daydreaming<br />
‘bout the way things sometimes are, I would create a book<br />
out of wood and carve words into the “cover”, I would try to<br />
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