Don't give up, baby. We've come too far.

How are you doing I am doing fine thanks do you think we should set this house on fire do you think a good frisbee toss would cut through these fumes by the way I saw you on the bus the other day you were sitting next to a pretty woman wearing dark sunglasses because, she claimed, she could not bear the full brunt of the beauty in this world but you knew better, you knew she'd run into a doorknob and I don't mean this as abuse metaphor it was an honest-to-god doorknob with her name on it, her goddamn name, and I shouted out to you but the bus had already passed me by I continued walking, hands crammed into my deep pockets, eyes down as I searched for chalk signals or perhaps a good fissure that needed exploring do you think, with enough rope, we could reach any point in the world?

I'd dig that.

7 comments:

mm said...

Reminds me of the lady I sat next to on the bus. I thought she was talking on her phone. She wasn't. She thought she was talking to the Pope. She wasn't.

Good times.

Anonymous said...

Door knob with her name on it....

I am totally registering for that!

Rand said...

Rope a dope!

David Oppegaard said...

oi! Blimey!

Voix said...

Wow. That is a really long sentence. Got to admire the longness of that sentence. You rock.

David said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qiCjREzhYE

David Oppegaard said...

Thank you, Voix! The trick is, just never put a period anywhere until you get tired of the sentence.

And thanks, David, I'll check that link right out.

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