Thursday, 15 May 2008
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Sitting on my floor the quiet buzz of the Venus plant hum the tune to a Broadway tune that I’m are sure I’ve seen (not heard) in a past life, or maybe it was the ringtone on the scanner. Either way, I have to wonder if the vampire really sucked the train of thought out of me that night I skipped though Fields of Gold. Since then my thought carrousel seemed to have crashed on a beach somewhere in Belize, such a shame too. I rather enjoyed that painted zebra that somehow symbolized the essay yet to be written.
Possible, it’s because of that bite that I’m having such a hard time comprehending the inevitable salad that’s to be server tonight at five. Could someone so inhuman actually think that sprinkling grated paupo sauce on my dinner was healthy? No, how could it be? The Tear Drops on his Sitar were a fine example of what the wretched powder would do to you. I for one would have nothing of the sort, spit it right back into the belly of Monstro I would do. Sighing I stared up at the checker cloud that swam above the skylight, dancing shapes and patterns into the already deep blue atmosphere.
‘Like You’ll Never See Me Again’ the toaster on the wall sang, harmonizing with the Venus and the incredibly late rabbit that was now sipping back liquid strawberries at the table. I scoffed at the corny lyrics once used in a drawing of mine from far back. My carrousel had now spun around the word and the thesis that the World would End with You. Could that possible be? Ignoring and discarding that piece of thought I wandered over to the long black plether cloak that now hung on the refrigerator. My fingers felt along it plasticizes sleeves and I imagined it how it would look adding a pink floral wig. Or should I add an enormous scythe too. While the pot and the tea kettle argued over who was skydiving first I heard “W” once again sending subliminal messages though the lamp shade. I grudgingly stared at the Book of Pooh. This was another thing I had to do when I was in the snow at last; staple those pages back together.
The rabbits rushed thought the kitchen and in a blur I was sure I saw his head, blue as always. “W” would always reign supreme of the guinea pig. I passionately hoped that they weren’t too late and the caves pulled another cherry bomb spree. I supposed they were in remorse over the daughter but that did not give them the excuses to hack a PIN number. Just then the frog hurried in to pick up the marker and call the mice at their head quarters, notifying them of which almond milk to mix with the Sea Salt that would later be turned into Icecream. The paper crane chimes 1:33PM-
“Five minutes”
“I couldn’t remember what she was like-”
“Ya, higher function,”
“Oh is that, learning disability vs-yeah…”
“There of course the 3d model…the price I have yet to pay.”
*sigh* -tickticktick- go the keys.
And now it’s over, the cat is demined to watching the children read as her broom closet slowly counts down the minutes-
The cat is ordered to go back
Damn.
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