Spider and Bathtub
this humidity has put sleep a little but further down on my list of things to do right now, so. . . the following:
david gedge can call his band of the moment whatever he likes, but it's not The Wedding Present anymore. (this thought is a few months late, i know.)
sleep in the bathtub?
Slayer covering Minor Threat.
feels like spiderwebs on my fingers every time i come up the steps to my door.
Strozsek shooting off the fireworks.
delayed N train this morning because of a stalled train in the tunnel ahead. sitting and waiting for it to move for twenty minutes, staring at a budweiser add. walking to the next station to wait for the 7 train instead. the train i had been sitting on before pulls into the station, and the door opens to reveal the same seat and the same budweiser add, so i sit down again. since the walk through the hot morning sun was unnecessary, i try now to think of anything that came of it. almost hit by a truck?
listening to mike's vinyl copy of "project mersh" in asheville. listening to the cd right now in headphones. not the same.
a window breeze,
hypnotize a hen by putting her head on the ground and drawing a straight line w/ chalk projecting out from the point of her beak. also, get the leader of a caterpillar procession to change direction and follow the one in the back of the line, and they will go around in a circle until exhausted. thank you, herzog.
strange hole appears in tomato overnight. perfect peaches.
tiny spider w/ a little web in the corner of my windowsill. i tell him he might as well try fishing in the bathtub. he doesn't think it's funny. or he doesn't hear me (i'm whispering).
another breeze.
could you possibly be reading this and not know about my other site, where i have a new Fourth of July song? it's one of the few traditions i keep from year to year: wake up and make a new song for my favorite holiday.
trying to remember january in the middle of july isn't so easy.
david gedge can call his band of the moment whatever he likes, but it's not The Wedding Present anymore. (this thought is a few months late, i know.)
sleep in the bathtub?
Slayer covering Minor Threat.
feels like spiderwebs on my fingers every time i come up the steps to my door.
Strozsek shooting off the fireworks.
delayed N train this morning because of a stalled train in the tunnel ahead. sitting and waiting for it to move for twenty minutes, staring at a budweiser add. walking to the next station to wait for the 7 train instead. the train i had been sitting on before pulls into the station, and the door opens to reveal the same seat and the same budweiser add, so i sit down again. since the walk through the hot morning sun was unnecessary, i try now to think of anything that came of it. almost hit by a truck?
listening to mike's vinyl copy of "project mersh" in asheville. listening to the cd right now in headphones. not the same.
a window breeze,
hypnotize a hen by putting her head on the ground and drawing a straight line w/ chalk projecting out from the point of her beak. also, get the leader of a caterpillar procession to change direction and follow the one in the back of the line, and they will go around in a circle until exhausted. thank you, herzog.
strange hole appears in tomato overnight. perfect peaches.
tiny spider w/ a little web in the corner of my windowsill. i tell him he might as well try fishing in the bathtub. he doesn't think it's funny. or he doesn't hear me (i'm whispering).
another breeze.
could you possibly be reading this and not know about my other site, where i have a new Fourth of July song? it's one of the few traditions i keep from year to year: wake up and make a new song for my favorite holiday.
trying to remember january in the middle of july isn't so easy.
posted by Greg Peterson at
7/19/2005 01:01:00 AM
1 Comments:
Reading this post made me think of a time when I was a boy (elementary school age) and I went to stay at my friend's house for a sleep over.
We found a very large spider in his basement. It terrified us, but we were also fasicnated with it. We finally got some guts and trapped it in a jar. We watched it for awhile, and then decided to kill it because it was "evil."
But we didn't kill it right away. We stuck several needles in its large body. When it was motionless, we dumped it into the toilet and both peed on it, before we flushed it.
Moments after we did this, I had the thought, "If there is a hell, then that is what is going to happen to me."
I actually fretted about this for years.
True story.
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