27 July, 2006

Sitting here

Going Schwartzman on my life
Contemplating drowning my sorrows
in a sack of ten from White Castle
Leaving little to the imagination

13 comments:

joy | supersiblings.com said...

wc's = your big red ball?

Aaron said...

If you're planning on schwartzing out, give me a call cuz I want to hear it.

A Wayfaring Stranger said...

Well he's got to. Aren't you his Other?

justy said...

no joy, actually it's my bonnet and chocolate covered teeth.

Aaron said...

I'm totally your other. This means I get to hit you in the face with the ball.

elea said...

wow, is anyone else lost on this little conversation? i mean i know i get stupid in the summer (really it's true).

timf said...

i'm lost... wc = water closet???

steadybelieving said...

i'm lost too...yay, somebody else was!

justy said...

it was my feeble attempt at poetry. looks like i'm not even appreciated in my own lifetime.

steadybelieving said...

Well, posthumous praise isn't all bad...

shortcake said...

yah...better late than never, right?
got the book-thanks a ton!

Miss Lee said...

Yeah...um, well, we need to have a chat about your future as a poet, Justin...;-)

amt said...

i *heart* white castle! it rocks... big time. =)