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

6 comments:

joydriven said...

wc's = your big red ball?

Justin said...

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

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).

steadybelieving said...

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

Justin 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...