Random Transmission from the Cool Room
received: January 17th 2008
No trains today, only buses that drive down roads leading to eateries and willy wonka smiles. A fly is buzzing around, letting me know i am grounded. One mosquito left over from last nights vampire party, is stuck on a merry go round in the breezeway. Silk painted cloth draped over the door, pillows on the floor, spritzer on the table. Bend and stretch, maybe i should do Tai Chi, those people look peaceful, all that slow movement. A favourite striped shirt waits to be filled. Eyeore has a bee on his nose. I wonder how my mama is. I hope she has her favourite treats. We must see the cousins soon. Hungry, butter makes the toast, without it, we are dry. Have some ice tea, a cigarette and let’s drive.
3 years ago