just you keep on keepin’ on the road that you choose
parcheggiare
in the pantheon of spirit animals i'm somewhere between garfield and felix the cat
my name's domenic
ask
nooooooooooooooo
[laughs to keep from crying]
In the game of loans, you either repay or you die.
Suddenly “A Lannister Always Pays His Debts” takes on a whole new meaning…
Perfect.
grew to form from just a leaf
meanders he among silicone dreams
crushing pulp of tracted morass
blathering in the mind’s eye
lost his liver in the abyss
but she will be found
in the ribboned walls of slackened mesh
that filter the present from the future
contaminant it, the bog
that turns clear to brown and browns the brown
a million particles disperse in chaos
like the million impulses of his despondence
as the clock turns to now he drowns
in ifs and buts and regrets
water’s opacity fading in the ambiguity
and as he peers deeper in
all the brown muck resolves into his eyes
staring, judging, he of his fake hopes,
his innumerable lies, the falseness of his disguise
the hate of his cheeks the black abyss of his pupils and then the—
“Man,” John said, peering into the tea he just made.
“I need to calm the fuck down.”
so many ifs, not enough recursion
March 31, 1970 — see The Complete Peanuts 1967-1970
May 13, 1970 — see The Complete Peanuts 1967-1970


