24 March 2009

The sanctity of patience is wasted on the dumb and blind. Fools. Edger Allen Poe had it better. Maybe Hunter Thompson got it right. Was that a .45? Or a .38? Nah. Probably .45. Colt. Yeah. Tragic. Mysterious portraits all fall in line in the walls that are made up of my mind. Schmitt would be a terrible name to have if one could only...Change.

Pennies. Lots of them. Need to roll them. Wish I'd thought of it earlier.

3 foot perimeter. Big, yellow and dirt-moving. Earth. Earth-changes. There's change again. Starting to sound like Obama speeches in here. Possible MACK truck. Bulldogs. Bulldogs are cool but no fun to cuddle. Feels like cuddling Al Pacino. Definitely wrong.

Johnny...Don't think about him. That's a bad idea. Could ruin a perfectly good moo---oh, there it goes. Miss him. Aoífe. Would probably call girl Aoífe and boy after Johnny. None of that John crap. Straight Johnny. Probably won't have kids any way. Don't like diapers. The dirty kinds. Ew. Fixing....

....a hole where the rain gets in. Stops my mind from ....Well, no, my mind will continue to wander. Don't think that'll stop any time soon. Wish my brain had an off switch. Sometimes this all gets....so....

.....blank. Blanker than a plank on a ship named Smack. Why would a ship be named Smack? Smack like drugs? Smack like Smacky from Get Fuzzy? Smack like crack like knick-knack like flack? Flack that you get from corporate officials for doing exactly what they tell you to by not doing what they said. Which makes you prime for the market. You've been had.