Poor Ol' Kenny

[myrueme]

    He saw so many umbrellas when he fell from the sky that he thought the ground had grown a multitude of eyes.  They opened wide.  Dancing, water proof, multicolored vinyl beetles with pupils.  The rush of air pulled back his lips into an ironic smile that he caught in the windows of the building he had just jumped off of.
    Every night for two

Comments

[partsunknown]

Excellent writing, man. Powerfull and visual. Knock me out. Heh

[myrueme]

Thank you. This whole story kind of blindsided me but I went with it.

[partsunknown]

Inventions

Silicon breasts with bullet-proof lining
To walk around dangerous neighborhoods
Lungs made out of titanium
To smoke three packs a day
An ever-hard rubber dick
To fuck ugly supervisers
And slide up the corporate ladder
Artificial liver to drink liquor like a fish
Jet-propelled rollerblades for citizens of Asia
To roll away from American cluster bombs
Anatomically correct inflatable dolls
With television screens for faces
Broadcasting never-ending Baseball World Series
For single men
Blow-dryers that work like vibrators
For single women
Foam-rubber nightingales and phosphorous stars
For romantic outings under the moon -
Alex Galper

Heh, I think I am going to leave life-journal, and join the navy. But this poem kind of sums it up for me. I met Alex once, in mid-town Manhattan stoned out of my mind on gin, and while on a second date, she introduced me to he actually. Well, I am not sure you will like it..

[myrueme]

"She introduced me to he"-- haha!

Yeah man, fuck life-journal, join the navy.

[lauren]

I really love this.

[myrueme]

Thank you! :)

Your profile pic or avatar or whateverthefuck is super awesome.