new white shoes for the street lamps to see

2003-12-23, 10:44 a.m.

walked home. walked in the rain, running around was a joke of an answer 'ill talk to you sometime tomorrow' and that was friday. those jokes have piled up for, well, 2 years now, like paper shoved into a stove, you have to watch out because the iron gets hot; one of these days the paper will burst. soot, black like a trees nightime shade will settle on your face, a simple reminder that shells are too hard to break with fists.

the old time movies had the greatest skies. in black and white, the ominous clouds came out looking like foggy mountains covered with snow. those are the ones you may run into someday, not that i would pertray such an idea, i have a silly way about me; that blow up clown you could punch and it stays upright, check the air pressure please. (oh dear should i respond?!)