Monday, March 30, 2009
The other day I was passing some kids and they were running from something, I thought maybe it was a dog or a truant officer but it was actually old man pornography, all flat black and two dimensional with speed lines, hot on their tails, and when he catches up with them I'm sure he'll make them spend their lunch money on Playgirl and Barely Legal, perhaps entice them
with bargain $9.99 three packs. You know with porn it's always new to you, it's not like you're getting a five month old issue of New Economics, that's old hat, this is muff you haven't seen before, it's new.
So be on the lookout for this flat as a pancake ravager of our innocent children, draw a back hole in his path and he'll whoosh on down to the other side and go after Aborigine children in New Zealand.
PS, thank you Joe Japes for the image.
PPS, this HARMS WAY, is it a nightclub?
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
This is Miles a few years back. Someone wiser than my sorry ass once said that everyone you know dies being the person they are at any given moment until the time they're actually dead. This particular version of Miles is no more, he still loves carboard boxes and blankets, but he no longer fits in those PJs and his pet cat toy, Fiffi, isn't an essential part of his day. I remeber these moments vividly but they aren't alive anymore, as much as I wish they were, they are gone.
This is my garage and that's my rolling red chair and in the back is my red enameled arrow.
Back in the corner is a roof off of a 50 Ford and a passenger door.
On this day the strippers didn't arrive until later and therefore no pictures were taken, sorry I can't show you the far out party that ensued.