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Now I Understand

Well, I see it's like this.

They hid under the steeple until the slug hit the rafters.

Then, they all came out and put on a really good show.

This ones for you, Dad.

driver, maybe you should close the windows. it's getting dark. it's eerie. it's all upside down...when i was a little kid i read newsletters from Russia. all of the faces were blotted-out because, if they were found-out speaking, their tongues would be removed or they were killed...driver, maybe you should close the windows. it's getting dark. i don't feel like...

Driver, you're too slow in the turns. Can't you see the wide open space over the edge?

my sister took these pictures

driver...it rained today...the only time i sat still was in the garden...

i know i'm rambling...my sister took these pictures...and i really can't sit still anymore.



Driver wait...

Driver,  wait! Slow down. Look. That man thinks he's Picasso. And him, he thinks he's Bacon. And that man over there thinks he's Miro. Why doesn't anybody tell them that they're not? (Maybe for the same reason I won't.) Alright, I've seen enough...drive on.

it's a snooty little scene...snooty little twits saving the world with paint...it's all empty garbage..."driver, let's go.   I'll  watch them from the window...turn on the radio so I can hear myself think."
                                   -slackjaw radio         (http://slackjawradio.blogspot.com/)