Nothing Remarkable Today
Wednesday June 14th, 1973
I ate toast today. With Butter. Left the house with breadcrumbs in my beard and wished they were seeds as I continuously scratched my face and watched them fall. So that future thinkers could stare at the same piece of toast I stared at today, thinking about the non-existence of toast.
posted by Quincy Adams | 11:26 AM
5 Comments:
a bit beleaguered those beards may be, braying as they do, so horseless and meek. snowing on our chrysanthemum shirts, our trout collars, making us seem disheveled and sleeveless.
they'll rue..yes, rue the goddamn gray, rue the gray indeed!
a trip discreet prose tears lay
dream, gray snaz delay brew, drone coarse
land seek. growing moan ahhh, mmour,
misanthrope, uhmm, squirts, plow snout dollars, blazing us
gleam disreputable bland seemless
smell grew...bless the placebo play, grew blechh
play greed!
blah blip blllbeep boozer beers bray
beam, bellowing bay boo, beau borshct bliss
brand beak, blowing bow boor
byzantium blurbs, bore brow ballers, baking bus
bean bisque breakable band beast breast
bell blew...bread blehh bodum bat, blew bleach
bat breed!
Rashomon, Rashomon, Rashomon.
disheveled and rushed, relieved and believed,
grunted and mushed, bedeviled and dusk,
we love, we run, we sit, we pun...
we drip, we fun, we lip, we shun...
a bad string of cameras, sell he lens,
for nothin', the beach the sand, stolen...
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