soiled foliage.

i think a man [or woman, but i don't know what a woman peeing sounds like] habitually pees in the bushes under my window around one in the morning. either that or there's a rattler that rarely feels threatened.

i hate when girls call their friends derogatory names. especially when they're twelve.

i wrote a poem:
i wish i was a book with eyes.
an eye-book.
i would watch my readers
and i would bite them
with my book-mouth.
but then i'd feel bad
and give them a windsock.

1 comments:

Jack Bandit said...

I actually really really like that poem a lot, you should do some sort of courier text overlay with a drawing or something. Kinda Shel Silverstein esque