September 29, 2006

The Times...

In a few days, a new crib will belong to me. Said cribbage is ideal, wonderfully ideal. Fitting as my backpack. The times...the strangeness of it all. Happenings are so unanticipatedly perfect. I'm a nighthawk now, investigating obsessive obsessions so demanding in their hunger as to eclipse health itself.

It suits one like a writhing, sentient carapace.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous2:07 PM

    what? new crib?