an entirely insular post

we are going to fuck the world up tomorrow.

Portrait of a Booze Booze Body, Late December Something, Indiana Somewhere Near Chicago

I had the Christmas thoughts
I didn't like them
I had the beer thoughts
I liked them

hey muncie

i'm posting this here because i'm guessing there are more muncie people who read this blog than there are muncie people who read my own personal blog.

flyer by peter davis. reading graciously set up by peter davis.

Portrait of a Rich Poet, December 19th, 2009, Indiana

I read fifty pages of my assets record.
I laughed at all meanings of the word "poor".
I fit into several of my racecars.
I spent ten minutes sorting Fabergé eggs on my desk.

Portrait of a Poor Poet, December 19th, 2009, Indiana

I read fifty pages of Everything is Illuminated.
I contemplated all meanings of the word "poor".
I fit into several of the definitions.
I spent ten minutes sorting change on my desk.

Here is a list of things that I like about christmas

Getting stuff from my relatives
Eating ham
Seeing people I haven't seen in a long time that I want to see

That is probably it.


One time my grandma gave me
a remote controlled race car
and I drove it in her apartment building
off the cliff that was the third floor
overlooking the canyon of the foyer
and it still worked when I rescued it.

I found a blog that owns

http://thisiswhatfameis.blogspot.com/

it does this






that's all for today