The Taste of Ink.

[zackinthebox]

As i sit here looking out the window i see a bird take a crap off of someone's enormous, almopst awkward-looking antenna. Behind that, the clouds are kinda grayish. The strokes blares away in front of me, and i hear the discussions of my baby brother and the next youngest. The pen i'm chewing on is keeping my mouth busy, and the typing...just there

Comments

[wishonplanes]

maybe you want to edit out the bird taking a crap thing. it confuses the whole mood.

Re:

[zackinthebox]

AHHA! But there's not supposed to be any specific mood. and even if there is, i dunno what it is, so the bird crapping thing makes it that much better. cause...that all actually happened! AAH!

[since_yesterday]

I love how you had to add the bird crapping it's so you.

exoh.