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Oh, Megle…

3 Apr

Stranger: Did u get the package?
You: I did. I signed for it, didn’t you get your receipt?
Stranger: No my ninjas didn’t give me 1
You: Ahh, yes. Sorry. I should have known when the clipboard just appeared in my hands that I was dealing with ninjas.
You: I haven’t opened it yet, per the instructions on the outside.
You: Should I do so now?
Stranger: Yes they are very stealthy.. Yes
You: Alright.
Stranger: Was it what u wanted?
You: … Father, why would you send me a rubber chicken?
You: It is what I wanted, but why would you of all people send it to me?
You: You know I’m deathly allergic.
Stranger: I thought I would help u overcome your allergic reaction to chickens and if u died you would come back as a zombie
You: Father, my throat is closing up…
You: I don’t think I can last much longer.
You: You see what you’ve done?
You: Your only son…
Stranger: U are now turning into a zombie muhahahaha
You: What do we want? BRAINS
You: When do we want ’em? BRAINS
Stranger: Chicken’s brain .. Now!
You: You were right to send me the rubber chicken, Father.
You: Its poor brain cured my zombiehood when I ate it.
Stranger: Yes I knew it would help u and it’s also helping my world domination
You: That’s wonderful, Father! I’m so glad you’re funding your efforts with rubber chicken sales.
Stranger: Yes it is very interesting how the sales keep going up in ratings
You: Your marketing department must be having a fit.
You: Are you going to expand?
Stranger: Yes, I am
You: To what?
Stranger: The world’s largest chicken corporation.
You: Only rubber, father, or are you actually planning on – gasp! – real chickens?
Stranger: Real chickens muhahahahahaahaha
You: I don’t know if I can stand the shock… Father, I must lie down. Forgive me if I leave you.
Stranger: Do not worry, son.
You: We will speak again soon… But for now… I bid you farewell.
Stranger: Son!! Do not leave me!!!!!
You: I must, Father, my poor head can’t take the stress.
Stranger: Son, rest for now. u will awake at dawn.
You: Thank you, Father. Goodbye.

Tart

26 Jan

Cranberry juice, bitches.

I love the little swirlies you get when you put ice in your glass.

Hey, You- Take Two

4 Jan

I LOVE YOU MADELINE.

Hey, You

21 Dec

I GOT IN. HALFWAY.

I’ll Just Post It Here

30 Jul

A magnetic poem

Not necessarily about today. It could be. It could not be.

I Love It When This Happens

9 Jun

(So close.)

Angels & Airwaves

29 May

Friday morning was rushed & forgetful. No pillow. No paper. No time. Car ride.

And do you ever lay awake at night?
And do you ever tell yourself, ‘Don’t try.’?

Friday itself was comforting, but out of place, somehow. I didn’t have anything. I wasn’t brave enough to do anything. There was no frisbee.

Don’t try to let yourself down… Don’t try to let yourself down.

Friday night was just like I’d remembered it… The depression set in well enough. I was lucky to have Jim. ‘You still awake?’ No answer. Glad?

And do you ever see yourself in love?
And do you ever take a chance, my love?

Saturday morning wasn’t too tired. Breakfast. No writing. Like always.

Because you know that I will… Because you know that I will.

Saturday itself was normality and repetition. Gaining confidence. Skip. Lurch-skip, out-skip. I didn’t know where love was.

So hear this, please; and watch as your heart speeds up endlessly… And look for the stars as the sun goes down- each breath that you take has a thunderous sound…

Saturday night was bottomless black despair. Po-jazz made me glorious… Then po-jazz made me want to break things. Tree. No sleep. Journal. No sleep. Jim. No sleep. Downstairs. No sleep. Sneak. No sleep. Upstairs. No sleep. Journal. No sleep. Need you… No sleep. Then- Run.

Everything, everything’s magic.

Sunday morning was love, and all was right.

Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight… Prepare for the best and the fastest ride. Reach out your hand and I’ll make you mine-

Sunday itself was an end to many things. Breakfast. No meeting. Bagpipes. Little arranging. Need us…

Everything, everything’s magic.