Sunday, July 31, 2016

8462. SHOT THIS BOY IN THE HEAD

SHOT THIS BOY 
IN THE HEAD
When things are very neat, when I
have cleaned up, everything seems in
order and nothing out of place. I can
sing or hum most anything I choose.
In that respect, we are not like animals 
at all, for they can only sing the songs
of their own species.  Like monkeys
fly from trees, and mantis lovers kill
their mate. Is it too much for me to 
have 31 black pencils in place? I
use them all, in drawing, randomly.
The different tips and rounded ends,
as they wear down, each have a
different feel and draw a different 
line. It's all so strange to me. It
took me a very long time to realize
that a pencil sharpener is also
a pencil shortener. Wouldn't
you know?

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