No, it's not a nervous tic. 

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i =u

i spilled

table(t)s

on

the coffee

table

rearrangingly

a thru infinity

each letter swallowed

smaller

eventually
erasing what comes

after i

While Squish the Klown appreciates comments of all kinds, if you are going to leave a comment that simply advertises some lame site promoting life insurance, cures for male pattern baldness, impotence, and/or flatulence, requesting donations for save the penguins, or any other topic not intended to actually make me laugh...uh, blow me? 

Thirty-six fricking degrees Fahrenheit this morning! Ice on the windshields! And all I can say is, "It's good to be back." 

we used to peel bits
of birch bark
to start fires
near our favorite
fishing hole.

our hands planed
& perfected
speckled skin
curled shavings
fed to flames.

longer strips,
layered & thick
fueled other fires
with talk of canoes
that would carry us

away.
 

october

again wash lines
emptied of the snap
of sheets drying in the breeze

replaced with
wheel and whir
of washers
and dryers
overflowing
with loads of troubles
and fluffy cycles
of renewal

chattered breath
of squirrels
barely audible
above the footfall of hunters
creeping over the crisp
vellum leaves

balding trees
turn
the forest floor
to muck
scraped heel to toe
on the welcome mat
at home

wind casts an invisible
broom across a paisley
carpet
a handle stretches to reach
the top pantry shelf
dislodges last season�s
peach preserves

the vacuum sealed recipe
passed from grandmothers
to mothers

we balk at the trees
and store our nuts
in mason jars

Thinking of Seattle, today. It is raining here, in America's heartland, as it has for close to 40% of the days since I have been back. Thinking of Seattle and former loves. Lunches and conversations built upon design and truth and honesty. Thinking of moments when I felt free to be myself, devoid of pretension and guilt. Thinking of the simplicity of wine, cheese, bread, fruit and meat. Tuscany brown bag lunches. Thinking of friends now spread far and wide across this continent and others. Simplicity is not given the value it deserves. Seldom is it that love can be found in such empty corners, but I have, and I am most grateful. 

Trick or Freaking Treat

Wow. I certainly get some odd comments. This isn't exactly a picture from one of the recent responent's website, but I figured a one tricked out golf cart is as good as another. I don't exactly like the color of this one, but it has inspired me to begin working on the script for "Caddyshack 3.5: The Day of Reckoning."

A rolling stone gathers no Moss. Sorry Kate, not all coke users are dragged through the mud, lose contracts, and are abhored by their peers. Some have powerful daddies.

Clowns, murder and intrigue.....nice! 

I don't know, either.... 

Hack dot Com

So, I am sitting outside on my lunch break today and just enjoying being out of the store for a spell. And of course, having just had a meal, I was enjoying a cigarette. A Winston to be exact because everyone knows that nothing finishes a meal better than a Winston.


Chris:
<>Hey, I got some Winstons. Hawked 'em off my old man's dresser. One apiece for after supper.
Gordie:

Yeah, that's cool.
Chris:

Yeah. That's when a cigarette tastes best—after supper.

Love that movie...Anyhow...

I have been smoking for nearly 30 years now and I have stared at thousands of ashtrays throughout all of that time, but for the first time today, I looked at the dozen or so butts stuck in the sand, crooked little rows of them, and realized how much they resembled the tombstones of some unkempt cemetery. Not an original thought, for sure, but still a thought for the day.

Art mocks me

"I am a sick man. ... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well--let it get worse! I have been going on like that for a long time--twenty years. Now I am forty. I used to be in the government service, but am no longer. I was a spiteful official. I was rude and took pleasure in being so. I did not take bribes, you see, so I was bound to find a recompense in that, at least. (A poor jest, but I will not scratch it out. I wrote it thinking it would sound very witty; but now that I have seen myself that I only wanted to show off in a despicable way, I will not scratch it out on purpose!)"--FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

PC Jinxed

I swear, I go through home PCs at the same pace octuplets go through Huggies. This weekend involved another fatal crash and one I could not recover from. Looks like the Geek Squad is going to get a few dollars from me this time.

The only awful thing about this experience (other than the financial aspect) is the realization of how dependent one gets on the infernal contraption. I truly wonder how Mark Twain would have coped in the electronic age.

School Daze

They're baaaaaaaack.......