Cynicisms, existentialisms, witticisms, politicisms, and other "-isms" I just made up, all soaked in Grade A Canadian Maple syrup. Buckle Up.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
There was a socket danging down from the sky. It was white and simple; a place to put a bulb. I stood, agog, in the middle of the road. I walked to it, touched it; there was no switch, but a long cord, all the way up, until I lost it in the sky, swingin with my touches with a great weight. I plugged my head in, screwed it up in, messing my hair; my face blushed, my cheeks flushed. How odd.