Comfort and the Floor

I find that sprawling on the floor is essential daily. When I look up I see blue trim which separates the walls from the ceiling; the outline forms a reverse Utah. I think about how one of my hands is hotter than the other as I touch my face, and that I could have painted the trim better. Do I want more furniture? No. The floor and back crack, creek and so on.

What I Learned from Movies with A.S.

I learned a lot from movies starring, co-starring, and featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger. Featuring you might ask? Think Red Sonja. That good.

I like the idea of reservoirs. What about The Fugitive. Did you ever see that episode of Scrubs where the janitor is discovered for his role in The Fugitive; something that actually occurred in the actor's life? No, you didn't see that. You don't internalize television.

Maybe you watch television, but do you think about and hold debates on the quality of Mr. S and the masspextrum of facial execution?

Nope.

An Addendum Explicitum

Seriously there is this orange small buoy outside my window, and has been there for at least a month. It seemed like just that, until today I looked closer and discovered that it had attached to it a black baby's face. It's a horrible little buoy monster looking in my window. The poem below was inspired in form and content by the occurrence of not more than 20 minutes ago. I'm live poeming my life.

Upon Discovering that the Orange-Thing was Actually

Upon Discovering
That the Orange-Thing,
Which I had seen for a Month
Or more was actually a creepy Orange-
Thing, with a Baby's face attached and that the
Baby's face was made out of Black Plastic was surprisingly
Not as disturbing as I would have expected had I known that the
Orange-Thing which had been outside my window for over
A month was actually attached to a creepy black
Baby's face which I recently discovered
But had no prior knowledge
Of the Black Baby's
Face Glued.

An open letter to Milk, Milk based-products.

Dear Milk(s) and onward,
Open letters are often written out of concern and so on. This letter is written out of love; It is also written out of fear. Fear that all my friends will one day get sick of my jokes. See this makes sense if you know that most of my jokes, secrets, lies are all just different fart shared in a variety of ways. Milk is to blame. Milk; be not ashamed. Why a lactose sensitivity? I'm a sensitive guy.