Turtle: Where's your tie? Don't you know this is a formal?
Worm: Uh yeah . . . I'm wearing a bolo tie but you just can't see it because it's so small around my worm neck
Turtle: Worms don't have necks
Worm: Yo mamma ain't got no neck.
Turtle: Say What
Worm: You heard
Turtle: You betta recognize
Worm: Turtle don't want none.
Turtle: Bring it bolo
All of the sudden the watchman walks in. He's blind. The turtle starts laughing and the worm starts laughing and the turtle keeps laughing and the worm keeps laughing
Turtle: You ain't got no socks on watch
Watchman: So, cut me a break I'm a blind watchman How's I supposed to remember my socks
Worm: You could write it down.
Watchman: I can't see how am I supposed to read.
Turtle: You could get an interpreter
Watchman: Is that a bolo tie
Worm: Yeah thanks
Turtle: I thought you was blind.
Watchman: Correction. I am blind.
Turtle: Like you still is blind
Worm: Of course he's still blind Turtle. Watchman can't just get unblind all the sudden. What you think this is, the future.
Watchman: How can it be the future currently.
Turtle: Same way you see worm's bolo tie.
Worm: You know magic?
Turtle: Who Magic is.
Worm: you know magic.
Turtle: I do?
Watchman: I do.
Worm: Who asked you four eyes.
Turtle: Yeah what kind a blindman wears glasses. That's messed up.
Watchman: They help me pretend to think.
Worm: I got a magic trick for you.
Turtle: Knock Knock
Worm: Who's There
Turtle: A Rabbit
Watchman: A Rabbit Who?
Turtle: A Rabbit out a hat. Ta da.
Worm: That's the dumbest magic trick I ever heard.
Turtle: Yo mamma's a dumb magic trick
Watchman: He's got you there worm.
Turtle: But . . .
Turtle: . . . no one is keeping score
Worm: Tell it to the Scoreboard.
Suddenly the blindman takes off his glasses and starts laughing. He keeps laughing until Turtle and Worm can't help but forget what they are fighting for.
Watchman: I ain't got no socks on
Turtle and Worm: You crazy.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Fall without assignments. The days get shorter but the don't stop coming. Routine is a trash can full of excuses. When the time comes I'll get around to it. Time isn't coming though, just days. One right after another like words on a page no one will read. There is order and form but no meaning. Opportunity comes in a cereal box. If only I could afford it.