Tuesday, December 20, 2005

the apartment is my blanket & i am hiding beneath it

the white wine wakes me up & puts me to sleep again.
the spaceships come, the spaceships go, the space cowboys always notice the right things, with guns at the back of their eyeballs or under the elbow.
it has something to do with the movement of wild horses, not unlike the movement of flocks of birds. flocks of spaceships. herds of spanish wine.
even the cat understands that under the blanket is a kind of elsewhere.

4 little fish:

Blogger anne swam up to say...

cats are very intuitive like that.

2:52 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

aren't they tho?

12:23 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

how did i miss this one - oh and btw jenn, darling? where are my pics?

2:57 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

we can just sort of "ditto" this for today, which is also tuesday.

your photos, mysfit, do not exist, because i suck, & also because i've been spending as little time as possible on SI.

also because it's cold & shitty, & wet, & cold, & precipitating, & generally just shitty.
cameras don't like it out there...

3:59 PM  

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