Saturday, July 25, 2009

I am imagining your mind as the bagel and the knowledge as the butter. I'm imagining the twinkie, I see the condom. You've got scissors, hand me the ruler. Whistling reminds me that there is space directly behind me so I turn around to see who is there. When I was a kid I thought I had spidey-sense because I could feel my brothers presence behind me. Someone told me I was a shit head for thinking that so I agreed with them and spun my circles round.

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