oh so. if i were perhaps playing a game.

when i was a baby, i wore the blue ribbon. i was a we-
a winner, three little people within won; we
all had multiple okay-suns of succor in chess...

gender. our pieces surrendered by their own...
her and him, their eyesights went white with-
our eyelids and we won our babes this time.

Weird Tales...of Blogging!

Every time he sat down to blog little men emerged from the drywall behind his computer. They were ferocious little bastards, armed with all manner of minute weaponery--things like thumb tacks, paperclips and--only once--a razor blade. Wasting no time, they would rapel down his monitor and make straight for the poor boy's knuckles.

Usually he would see them coming and, using a rolled up magazine, shoe them back into the chalky matter from which they had emerged. Every so often, however, our hero would find himself so lost in thought that their approach would go unnoticed. The next day his co-workers would speculate as to why the young man's hand's were cut and knicked all to hell.

Maureen insisted he was in some sort of fight club. Maureen--who fancied herself kindred spirits with Helena Bonham Carter. Craig insisted that was bullshit--our protagonist was a nutter...a man child who never out grew high school games like quarters. Barney, who was forty-six, always found these conversations awkward...often ducking out before he was asked synthesize his own wild hypothesis.

But the little white plaster men never really bothered our hero. They were insane enough not to talk about...but exciting enough to make blogging a truly worthwhile adventure. Of course--after that one time--he always made sure to keep his razors in a secure location.

with love from convex country dirt

hey there, i like to sing my songs to those that haven't lived here for what seems to me to be quite a very long time full of waiting, wishing, and window watching.

i'm sure you understand.

because it's a figure of speech, i think. it helps the time go a way that we haven't weighed with a three sided weight machine that weight these things on how they relate.

you know what i mean?

i know you do because it's an easy meaning for anyone that can think of anything, i think. but i also know because the world is red and full of snow in my eyes in the morning when the sunrise starts to open upon the horizon during the summer on the top of the cornfields.

i love the waves of heat on cornfields.

do you?