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Stuff gets weirder every minute, and it continues to make me feel strange. When I was a boy of 4 or 5 I taught myself to read from the newspaper. I taught myself to read from the sports page. I taught myself to read from the baseball stats, of all things, the batting averages, and the at bats. I taught myself to read off of abbreviations. Some people live in Portland. Some people live in Dallas. Some people live in Winnipeg. Some people live in South Sutton. We are all who we be. I can only apologize in so many ways. I can't apologize in the straightforward sense, because I know you would never respond. the white cat has fleas. i give him treatments every couple of months, but they always come back. there is a pen with a bug/butterfly on the butt of it. the bug/butterfly is yellow and green. it has a bulbous body. it is very affectionate and i enjoy its' company. she feels so strong, and she wants to write the wrongs, or right the wrongs, or rite the rongs, or something like that, and she fills me with hope and despair at the same time. she is like some of those low flying-fast moving clouds that sometimes show up here in southeast portland oregon, they scare me, but then i stop and watch them on a cold and quiet evening and they amaze me and then i want to be like them. quick and decisive. i wonder what rehobeth beach holds? i was supposed to clean out the car and do laundry. i bought cat food, and 12 cookies for 50 cents instead. will you make me more secure? do i have what it takes to hold you? is it worth bringing you in? you always look smarter with something behind your ear. |