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Monday, March 20, 2006

shampoo

I am what I am and what I am is who I am
I know what I know and all I know is that I fell
If only I could walk through the walls
then maybe I would tell you who I was
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall


  • Falling Man, Blonde Redhead

first day of spring. i keep on thinking that i’m forgetting something, that this day holds some sort of significance to my being, but i can’t remember. or don’t want to remember. don’t know which one’s the truth, but somehow, it doesn’t really make a difference anyways.

you know how you’re taking a shower, and you’re lost in a web of thoughts, ideas, fantasies, when all of a sudden, you see that you’re holding the bottle of shampoo in your hand. so you pause. you vaguely remember that you had already shampooed, but maybe it was yesterday? or was it 30 seconds ago? so you stand there, debating if it was reality or just a shard of your fractured imagination. in the end, you can never really figure it out one way or the other.

so you turn the water off, grab a towel and wipe your ass.

3 Comments:

Blogger KinkyPugKevin said...

LOL!!!!

*erotic*


-_-

March 20, 2006 9:38 PM

 
Blogger geesmo said...

hahhaha...in my case, i believe it's called 'old age'

March 21, 2006 11:22 AM

 
Blogger uvegotmail said...

Personally, I would shampoo again, just in case...

March 21, 2006 12:53 PM

 

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