About Me

A writer trapped in the body of a different writer.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Steal You Flowers

at least a week I've been gone
smell like booze and worse
got a feeling you're still mad
about the money I took from your purse
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patching up the holes i made 
is going to take us hours
I'm not coming home empty handed
I'm going to steal you flowers
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The lady down the way will give me daisies
She likes the way you sing and knows I'm lazy
And old man up the road, I know where his roses grow
I can get three or four, if I sneak up slow
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ain't the first time I've done wrong
ain't gonna be the last
your sister said mister pack your bags
but you keep taking me back
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ain't got no more money
ain't got super powers
but I know better than to come home empty handed
I'm going to steal you flowers 

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

The Battle of Rowley, Part 2: Criteria

the control in the experiment will be my selection: small strawberry

which will allow us to measure:

1) cost
2) quantity
3) quality of ingredients
4) customer service

something was missing

the magical whimsy of ice cream
time travel through tastebuds, instant innocence (instant Summer)
certainly worth measuring for this experiment

my old lady recommended we bring a Young Child with us 
gauge their response

I dig the idea
that one of our controls
would be a variable

anti-science.

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worth noting that within all these intricate plans
are weekly trips to White Farms