Five more Minutes
I would like to add five minutes to a lot of things. I would like to add five minutes of sleep after my alarm goes off. I would love to add five more minutes to my life, five more minutes to my lunch period, five more minutes for eating food, five more minutes on a long distance call, five more minutes to say what I need to say, five more minutes of peace and quit, five more minutes before I go to work, five more minutes of Peter Frampton’s “Do You Feel Like I Do,” five more minutes of having my back scratched, feet massaged, and head itched. Five more minutes in the pool, five more minutes with my niece, and five more minutes until the land mine explodes.
Things you can buy for 50 cents
1. If your lucky, a fantastic record at DI
2. Any 8-track (maybe two) at DI
3. Actually most things at DI
4. A packages of tacks
5. A pop
6. Not much of anything in Alacart line anymore (school lunch)
7. Favors from younger siblings
8. Two huge ice cream cones in the gas station at the end of Trappers Loop
9. One doughnut…WHAT A RIP!!
If my mirror could talk
What are you looking at? Are you really going to wear that? You know I am sick of looking at you, you make me sick, flicking your toothbrush juice at me because you think its so entertaining how the water sprays all over me. That just great… oh and the zit popping …terrific! How about the weird organic materials growing all over me… have you looked at my lower right corner? Have you? Whose gonna clean that up? Not you apparently… oh and then you leave me in the dark all day, I cant see a dang thing… mirrors need light to reflect einstien! Who am I supposed to talk to huh? The sink?! Yeah well I’m sick of it, you go and take a shower every morning, you fog everything up, I can’t breath, I can’t see. You need to do some reflecting of your own wise guy.
Fictional Place
My name is Zarko. From the planet Merkutsio. I am writing to you from the colonial province known to Merkutcites as Vietnam. I am lying in a pile of my own vomit. Why, you ask? Well that information will be released to you at an undisclosed time, considering you cooperate with my requests. If not I will be forced to take each of your bottom lips and pull them up over your heads, which may seem impossible to your feeble human minds but has proven possible through extensive Merkutsian research. Anyway, here’s the deal- Grant me political asylum or die…. Oh did I mention that I am in a pile of my own vomit.
Ingredients for Happy Life
1. Food
2. Folks
3. Fun
4. Time to love
5. Time to hate
6. A time for peace… I swear its not too late
7. Things to believe in
8. Music
9. Peace of Mind
Best Lookin:
1. Nancy Wilson (Heart)
2. Cindy Crawford
3. Kathy Ireland (What ever happened to her?)
4. Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman
5. Stevie Nicks
Monday, November 16, 2009
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The last two posts remind me of many different conversasions during the USU days.
Did you see the PBS special of The National Parks by Ken Burns, that rekindeled my own goal of visiting every national park.
These are fantastic! i wish i would have taken my writing class more seriously and kept my journals!! i probably couldn't compare to yours...oh and by the way Dr. Quinn medicine woman was my secret crush for a very long time!
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