April 25, 2009

• A mad tea party

  I saw a flag that was at half-mast, so I asked someone who had died.  They said no one had died, they had just ordered a flagpole that was too tall.  I understand now—that is a tragedy indeed.

  Why would someone have windows in their bathroom?  It makes no sense—just imagine all the strange neighbors with telescopes that could be in the area. Some people try to get around this problem by having skylights instead; but that just relocates the problem to perverted birds.
  

  I imagine eloquent speakers such as the founding fathers would not have enjoyed texting much.

  I want to hijack a UPS truck and then open all the packages, because everything would be so surprising.  And then I would have a garage sale.  The UPS truck would of course bring in the most money.

  Isn’t it great when you’re reading a book, and you can’t imagine one of the characters quite right, but then you run into someone in real life that works perfectly as the character?  But it’s really too bad when you ask them if they’d like the part, and they turn it down.  

  I had a dream I was on a horse, amidst a stampede of horses, all headed toward another group of stampeding horses which were headed for us.  Then there was a game which everyone in America was playing, where you had to steal the ball from someone else’s house, and they had weapons and lasers to stave you off.  I got the ball and a little boy ran after me.  We ran and ran and ran, until we ran into a large stadium where there was a U.N. meeting, and we found the U.S. representatives in a backroom, and I made Colin Powell laugh.  Then I was with my mom and she was asking if I wanted to be enrolled in preschool since I never went to preschool.  

  Farewell everyone, love your families, live your days well! 
  

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