i don't normally post my writing here, but this is short and a dead-end and i suppose i just felt like offering it up. i don't think i like it. i don't feel it has much zest.
of all the little, unfinished things i wrote in the past 3 years, only one sentence that i found had any sort of promise, and that single sentence was all that was written.
even that needed work.
it's summer and all kinds of beautiful things are happening.
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no head, no heart, no hurry, no hate, no fun, no muss, no city, no state
i believe i've come to an agreement with the spider in my bathroom. he won't rear his little brown..head and crawl about while i'm in there, i won't throw him in the sink. he won't build webs on whatever personal items i leave out (most recently it was the mouthwash bottle), and i won't rudely knock his dinner (filet a fly carcass) out of the web so he has to go get it off the floor. it's a nice arrangement.
driving home from work with don mclean's "american pie" (thankfully) barely audible, my father reminded me of how my first driving lesson involved a lack of power steering fluid, running over a curb uptown and blowing a tire. it's decidedly much funnier to him now than it was then.