Deep in the cheek Friday, Feb. 04, 2005 Across the street from our apartment, in the woods, there are at least two discarded tires. I might go get them and cut them up with a knife to make drum heads for some of my larger tin can drums. I keep imagining low-resolution Apple II animations of themes and symbols I commonly express. My bed is really bad, just horrible to sleep on. My room is the coldest in the apartment. I had a horrible sleep but felt fine after a nice hot shower. I'm in real trouble if I ever have to sleep alone and in this crappy bed. If I could find some good, scrap wood, I'd build a big table for my room this weekend. I really enjoy wearing my old, faded black jeans. They comfort my countenance. I glide in them. I hop and ooze. Did you know there is an ingredient called liquid sugar? |
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