Monday, February 19, 2007
Writing assignment
"Describe a place by cataloguing its contents. The theme need not be a bare list, and it is up to you how much you want to explain, how much you want to leave implicit."
As you can imagine boredom is starting to eat the flesh from my bones, desolation and below zero in small Seeley, freezing thoughts and dreams and life. TV and video games keep me at bay. Today flakes float and flutter and cover the hopes of moving away. Moneys hard honey. And to come by, is luck. Bars and beater cars take the night, booze just feels right. Real estate and Hummer plates sell the day and the pretty way, that we're used to living. Addiction vs. contradiction.
Pictured in the window my woods sit, logged for better or worse. This 850 square foot hearst holds history, and a few other things.
Green tea for energy, stacks topped with a blank CD. A pipe and a Pabst, some keys and a paper. Take that Pabst and make it empty, multiply by three and add a Trout Slayer. Beer boxes, bottle caps and MOLLY IVINS DEAD in bold at the head. Stove Top, Chicken broth, plastic water and a computer screen. About me, "Lots of dust" holds true to everything. All this clutter, still lonely and empty. Pictures and paintings and reprints and scriblings. Half written songs, heating water and wasted electricity. Paper plates, pistaccioes and puzzles (Scotland showing green and an Albequerque hot air ballon scene). We've got to get outside to heat the place and its cold as ever, the back door is trashed and through the cracks comes the weather. Wood chips and kindling, something is missing - something new, something fresh, anything to help this mess.
As you can imagine boredom is starting to eat the flesh from my bones, desolation and below zero in small Seeley, freezing thoughts and dreams and life. TV and video games keep me at bay. Today flakes float and flutter and cover the hopes of moving away. Moneys hard honey. And to come by, is luck. Bars and beater cars take the night, booze just feels right. Real estate and Hummer plates sell the day and the pretty way, that we're used to living. Addiction vs. contradiction.
Pictured in the window my woods sit, logged for better or worse. This 850 square foot hearst holds history, and a few other things.
Green tea for energy, stacks topped with a blank CD. A pipe and a Pabst, some keys and a paper. Take that Pabst and make it empty, multiply by three and add a Trout Slayer. Beer boxes, bottle caps and MOLLY IVINS DEAD in bold at the head. Stove Top, Chicken broth, plastic water and a computer screen. About me, "Lots of dust" holds true to everything. All this clutter, still lonely and empty. Pictures and paintings and reprints and scriblings. Half written songs, heating water and wasted electricity. Paper plates, pistaccioes and puzzles (Scotland showing green and an Albequerque hot air ballon scene). We've got to get outside to heat the place and its cold as ever, the back door is trashed and through the cracks comes the weather. Wood chips and kindling, something is missing - something new, something fresh, anything to help this mess.
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