Oh how fucking stupid. Lo. Really? Lo dee oh doe. La la la. Down shoobee doo down down. I wonder what Neil Sedaka's doing these days? He might be dead or something. Never mind! Write!
The heart, bedded neath its blanket of care, opening on golden--
No! It sounds like a burrito or a pill dispenser or something. I can't work hungry. What's in the house?
~one trip to the store, and fixing lunch, and eating lunch, and a nap, later....
heart cart fart part K Mart
Maybe if i walk the dog, my head will come up with something. Don't forget poop bags.
~one dog walk later~
I wonder what's on Face Book? Ha! Talking cats, I love those. LIKE. Oh here's that silly woman asking to be friends again. She actually posts pictures of her bunions. That's low...
Lo, the springes of the heart open under Psyche's...
Psyche? Circe? Mars? March! I'm gonna march you down the aisle! April! You're the Easter bunny when you smile! Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl--
Spring-ed heart, lo the ...cart? chart? Convenient Food Mart?
I'm hungry again. Then bed. Zac's tired. Wait, there's an "ER" re-run on. Oh wow, the guy's in a coma. That's rough. They say that waking up is hard to doooooo, I know it is, I know that it's truuuuuue... What about the poem? *yawn*
for Metafiction with Kerry at Toads.