October 2009
31 posts
“How could you know that I am an astronaut?”
– http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbRGmYo-AW0&feature=player_embedded
The Fancy Dresser
She spent her whole life wishing for a fancy dresser.
You know the kind of dresser that has edges that seem ‘drawn’ not ‘built’?
Fancy carved legs
with feminine curves that would remind her of someplace in Europe.
This divine piece of furniture,
it stores her small but expensive collection of underwear,
and
is a place to collect her thoughts.
To dream of a house...
Triangles in the Sky
Triangles in the sky, reflecting everyones’ feelings in the field.
Some spin and some stand still, changing color and texture as each set of eyes widen and squint with disbelief.
Laying my head on a grassy rabbit’s mound, smiling and shaking the hands of each familiar face that drifts by.
The air smells like gunpowder and cherries.
The smell turns a particular triangle bright...
The Ocean Galaxy
The planets contained in this sea are small and uninhabited.
There are only muffled sounds of meteor like squids and nova-esque anemone, giggling about the weather.
In this galaxy, everything around the planets contains life, but the planets themselves are just quiet vacuums.
Finned beings drift by, engrossed in deep conversation, oblivious to the jealous planets who have no way to talk...
The Braided Willow Tree
This tree has hair which the teal birds have braided.
There is no reason why they would do such a thing, its just the nature of teal birds.
They spend three quarters of a day braiding trees, and one quarter greeting each other.
When it rains, they eat the drowning worms, its a massacre, because this is the only time they eat.
Its not healthy to wish to be a teal bird, they should just be...
The pinky is evolving away.
Flip your pillow and everything becomes like winter.
The Clear Cat and The Crumbly Black Bird
Theres a cat with clear fur.
This cat lives on a planet made completely of white blackboard chalk.
Day after day, the cat strolls along the dusty white plateaus, looking for a tiny bird made of crumbly black feathers.
Each morning, the cat rolls in a pile of chalk dust, to camouflage his search.
Walking on the vast plane of chalk, the wind wisps over the creatures body, leaving a dusty...
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