here is an entry about food.

1. today i am eating only ice cream for meals. i have ten dollars. it is a good idea to spend this money on ice cream because someone might make me spend it on vegetables otherwise. it is a good idea.

9. grocery shopping: william shatner (this is code-name for josh morrison) and i are standing in line at the meat-counter. there are chicken-strips and sausages behind the cured glass of the display case. i am thinking about how the meat-man probably sleeps in this case at night. there is a chubby 5 year old boy in front of me. he is pulling the back of his pants down. this is when i notice his chubby butt is exposed. he is looking at the sausage links.

6. saturday: i am driving my baby blue toyota-previa minivan to 810 milford street, abilene, texas. my sister is in the seat beside me. we are at a redlight. to the left is a tall woman dancing to the radio playing. beside her is a listless old man. she is obviously trying to get him to "boogy down." he sits there. his nose has many warts on it. it runs. i say to sister, "wait until i make eye-contact." the woman stops and casually glances. we then dance in our car-seats. my hair gets messy. rachel's face gets red. we are made of blurry diaphanous bones. the woman laughs and waves her hands. she is made of wild honey. the light turns green and we drive off.

7. here i am now. tomorrow i go back to the twelfth grade until i am finished with it for good. it goes in the dumpster. everyone is unhappy in the twelfth grade. i am unhappy and sorrowful thinking of it. illustration:(this is my soul leaving my body.)























































































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