Wednesday, September 06, 2006
White Saw Shark The Twelve Nightmarish Hours
This was the view from the end of my driveway last night...the full moon rising over Mt. Baker with my down-the-street neibor's barn in the foreground.
Next month something interesting happens, sky-wise; so if I remember, I'll try and take a picture of the moon in the same position, but with a bright yellow star directly over it: star, moon, mountain, barn.
It's like a haiku.
Well, enough of that.
Right now this is what's staring at me...this canadian severed totem pole coffee mug head with pens stuck in it.
Gaze upon it's potent tackiness.
Ponder it's unnerving gaze filled with mysterious knowing.
Thank whatever God you worship that it is no longer at large in the community.
"Hey Coon Dog!" we said. "When you go back to Louisiana this year, bring us back a souvenir!"
We got a severed alligator head and a half-empty bottle of hot sauce he stole from the resteraunt at the airport.
Leonardo DaVinci and Cowboy Curtis sharing a doobie on my bookcase.
" ..But dude, I still dont get whats so funny about Snakes on a Plane."
" Now gol-durn it, Leonard, jest lay offen that subject for about five muthafuckin minutes, wouldja?"
To further my image as the wealthy, devil-may-care citizen of a first world nation, I leave giant jugs of money lying about my house.
There must be virtually oneses of dollars in this one alone!
This is the stain that was on my carpet yesterday. Now you tell me why a bunch of Crisco appeared in my sink.
Was it a miracle?
WAIT A SECOND-
OH MY GOD.
Check this out! It was in my cupboard!
You know how people are always finding tortillas with the face of Jesus on them?
It could be.
For the past twenty-one years the Yummy Biker has hung this picture over the doorway of our kitchen.
It may be a compliment.
It may be a warning.
Mainly I think he likes it because it says 'Regularity' and thats funny if you're German. Or Beavis and Butthead.
yeah, yeah, yeah; or ME.
...and this illustrates that last point rather vividly, wouldn't you say?
No, it's not the Chunnel.
No, it's not the Eiffel Tower. (Maybe the Awful Tower.)
No, it's not Tammy Faye Bakers' yearbook photo.
It's the END.
Oh ha! Ha ha! is laugh my face so muchly!