an old poem i found.

I was helping my mom clean out some stuff in the basement and found a pile of my writing and general schoolwork from elementary school and high school. Most of it was absolute crap that I don't even remember. Lots of really terrible poetry. Anyway, at some point I had apparently written this. I thought it was funny so here it is. Keep in mind, based on the rest of the contents of the notebook it was in. I wrote this when I was 14.

There once was a frog, 

a frog in his prime.

Who loved a young horsefly,

on whom his uncle would dine. 

She fluttered about,

as he sang her a song. 

He sat on a mushroom, 

and sang the day long. 

Each night as they parted, 

and bid their farewells. 

She flew to an oak tree, 

and he to his well. 

One night they were late, 

and tragedy struck. 

The frog's uncle awakened, 

and things went amuck.

Their love was discovered, 

their plans blown to bits. 

The young froggy's uncle, 

had eaten the winged miss!

The frog was depressed, 

his uncle was pleased.

After a week young froggy got mad,

he turned on his uncle and his throat he squeezed.

But both frogs soon died,

as quickly as that. 

They each were gulped down,

by two prowling cats.

(each character in this story has died,

so you'll never know, if ever i lied.) 

I'd like to add that I drew an illustration for this, and if I find it I will post it. Though I'm really not sure which came first. 

nother weird dream.

the basics of it. 

Gay army guy chasing me. Thought he was after my fruit by the foot that contained pot.

Androids with trash bags cleaning an enormous empty room.

A man's head on a little yellow bird body with wheels trying to fly by rolling around a ramp that was attached to a cruise ship/airplane. He fell off and into one of the trashbags.  Then the cruise-plane turned into paper. 

Tv makes my brain weird.

more random thoughts.

last spring i was sitting in subway thinking. i had a pen but no paper. so i wrote down the little bits of things that popped into my head on my leg.

Left leg:

Bent and taped glasses were an homage to forgetfulness.

Lopsidedly fat.

connections, chain-link, maker?

Hand prints on a window.

People hunting people, and mounting their tats. Future very strict. Religious.

Rippling Shadows.

Everyone pretended not to notice but their eyes would betray them...flicking...as they talked.

A balding woman hair carefully fluffed to cover the maximum amount of scalp.

The awkwardly tall man, he always hit his head on the low hanging lights, as well as the higher slung fans in the entry-way.

Right Leg:

His breath fogged the glass as he pressed close peering...to select the tastiest biggest cookie. If not for the barrier he'd have picked up and inspected each one before deciding.

Giggling about man-panties

No puppy punting!

Counting lines to the transformer outside his window. 

An abundance of plaid

A chest high wall can be an amusing thing.

The wire bristles tore through the skin leaving jagged red lines sketched across the smooth surface. 

Nothing more tacky than a plaid polo shirt in pastel hues.

Upon seeing spots of Cayenne  pepper on a piece of pork: oh my god! is that pig pox!?

that is all.

"food"

As i may have mentioned, I had my wisdom teeth removed a few days ago. I'm getting pretty sick of eating mush.

Here's what i have been basically  living on for the last few days:

In a blender. 

two bananas

2-3 scoops of vanilla ice cream

about one cup of strawberry yogurt

milk to preffered thickness

chocolate syrup to taste

Yummy stuff. Gonna go have another one now.

blog features.

I just now discovered the random question feature on my blog profile. While it's an awesome feature and an excellent way to get people to express their oddness in their profile when they can't think what to say about themselves, it would, I think be much more entertaining and useful if it allowed multiple random questions and corresponding answers to be displayed at once. much more fun i think.

On a completely different topic, Max Payne is a fairly stupid movie. It has it's moments as most movies will, but on a whole, fairly pointless. I personally have never played the video game, but I'm fairly confident that it didn't translate well onto the big screen. Unless the game is equally stupid, in which case, why the hell make it into a movie?

Once again with the topic switch, I got my wisdom teeth removed the other day. All at the same time. They gave me drugs. Drugs make me weird. Er. Than usual. My mouth hurts.

That is all.

unoriginal thought.

Every time i think something i tend to wonder if someone else thought it first. Usually someone has.  It's sort of like the infinite monkeys writing Shakespeare I suppose. 

My coffee table looks like it should have a poem written about it.

Black eyes stare through ash. 

And crumbs.

Beer-bottle candle-holders 

reflecting the window's light.

Bud Light, in the sun light.

drawn-upon table-top

creatures in sharpie peering up

at the home-made

3-D

goggles.

formerly a pizza box.

There's a lot of really random crap on my coffee table. 

 

note:

Interesting tidbit about the squirrel story that i've been told is enjoyable.

It was written for a class called techniques of fiction. The general idea of this class was to read classic fiction and write our own scenes in their styles then talk about them in a workshop type atmosphere. Being a bit of a procrastinator I had left my homework until about an hour before class and Squillions was what emerged.