June 2011
be nice to me or treat me mean, I’ll make the most of it I’m a extraordinary machine.
May 2011
They are not pirates-
or they’d be in the sky chasing the wretched thing down, harpoon in hand. Blood thirsty smiles spread across their faces.
I can see them a boat full of them, making godspeed to my lovely squid.
“I am standing outside the shop right now, I have a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.”
She looked down at the phone her fingers moving automatically making the needles sing. One line after another.
“I am drinking fresh coffee also.” She said in a bored tone.
He chuckled.
“I am going to walk in to the shop with this fresh coffee and toss it in her face.”
She paused, as person, she focused on the phone sitting on the table before her.
“Outside of what shop?”
She could feel his grin, it made her shiver.
“The shoppe of bitch?”
She asked.
“I am walking towards the door, I will walk in and throw this fresh cup of coffee in her face.”
SHe closed her eyes and could see her turning to greet him, a smile on her face, thinking nothing of the coffee he was holding. Until it was tossed in her face, she took a sip of her own coffee, it burned her tongue, just enough.
She opened her eyes.
“That is unnessary and petty,”
She said firmly.
“But you can slash her tires.”
She heard him laugh.
“Very good.”
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that.” —David Bowie
It moves majestically across the sky, tho you would wonder, what the hell dose a giant flying squid eat. While moving carefully under cover, never make sudden movements.
my thoughts on my first flying squid.

