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Loving Liz Phair
Blong
Blong looked left. Then, glancing right, he took a step forward. Committed to the sudden inertia of this movement, he moved another foot ahead. Swallow followed him. Swallow followed Blong everywhere, for no reason in particular. Swallow didn't have much to do. Ever since he'd left Vorgon 8, life had been one big bore. Thankfully he'd met Blong outside the bookstore at Kranial Bazar. Blong had been smelling the undercarriage of a blue A-roma Wagon when Swallow casually perched himself on Blong's left shoulder as if it had been just another Culture Spawn. Blong was too overawed by the thick musky odor of the A-roma Wagon to be bothered by an insignificant Flix Fly.
My urge to write a book is too great. Blong will appear regularly, though he might disappear sometimes. But he will return. Just as the sun does.
Work is tiring. I am, and will be involved in muchos "field work". The sun persists in making its appearance felt. Terrible situation, especially since its supposed to be raining.
I twisted my ankle playing soccer yesterday. It hurt like hell, but thankfully it hasn't swollen or anything, so I'm guessing its not serious. But I'm "out of action" for a few days, which is a massive pissoff. I dislike being in pain, like I dislike brinjal. I also dislike smelly people, but that's a different story...
Quite often I desire plum pie, and maple syrup.
Song: Extraordinary - Liz Phair
Poetry In Static
See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring
Who the hell are you
Thought
Don't be awed by flying cars.
Till next time...
Culture Spawn
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