novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- countdown ten instruments i would like to learn: the banjo. the saw. the ukelele. spoons. proper voice control. the slide guitar. the mouth-harp. the accordian. the drums. the tambourine. nine reasons to get up in the morning: it is a new day. i cannot sleep any longer. i have to pee. i have to be at work in half an hour. the phone is ringing. my bed is shaking. the cat is whining. my eyes have opened. someone is making pancakes. eight things i don't think i'll ever be interested in: travel brochures. heart surgery. servicing computers. clogs. toenail fungus. artilery. eating salmon. wine culture. seven on-going art project ideas: the short story fixin', the living room atrium, the screenplay the novella the neverland artists book, the back patio installation, the photographic essay of the fourth of july parade at my grandmother's trailer park. (six) people i sorely miss: the elven queen. the buzzing bee turning 26 tomorrow. the bird of paradise with fire in her belly. princess. buh. brothermine. the new yorkan girls. the lost boys. the stoneprinter. cap'n. charo. iamalie. kissy. battery boy. the dinosaur. namby pamby. bundt. bunny. burper. five inanimate objects i've named and/or personified: my car. my old car. my latest tattoo. the computer. the shoes i wore during PE in eighth grade. four books i've read in the past week: a fine year for plums. love in the time of cholera. how to be good. naked. three things i love about my grandmother: her hair-helmet. archaiac pink sweatsuits. twenty-year old gleaming white tennis shoes that she washes in the washing machine. two of the many things i am hiding from my father: the smoking and the new tattoo. one thing i know i want soon: requited. love. 9:52 pm - 07.02.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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