Friday, June 16, 2006

A SIREN IN THE NIGHT


Mother, send me to sleep in the arms of crosstown wailing. I can bear anybody's troubles as long as my own house is full of fry smells and chocolate. The continual bad news cannot erode me; I only play at listening to it. I don't go to any of the so-called trouble spots, the dark camps of hideous black and yellow souls lit from within and thrashing in a gravy of disaster. No, I'm tougher than that. I am one strong pigeon.

12 Comments:

Blogger aeron said...

Nice mezzotint effect this one has going for it.

8:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thrashing in a gravy of disaster...nice.
Also, I shouldn't look at your blog right before going to sleep.

10:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wind him up and watch him wiggle!


seanosaurus

10:56 PM  
Blogger Doug said...

My best friend bought "Pupshaw and Pushpaw" for me.
He died yesterday.
Rest in Peace
Kevin Dean Harrington
11/21/1952-6/16/2006

7:48 AM  
Blogger slacker said...

I did not hear about the tsunami,
I chose not to.
I did not see the beggars on the streets,
I was looking at something else.
I do not see the plight the world is in,
But I am not blind.

9:10 PM  
Blogger Shimmy said...

Strong pigeons are the best ones.

5:42 AM  
Blogger Mattias said...

wonderful blog you have here, great

8:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Spoooooky

5:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

An inspiration to us all

12:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

why
why
why

10:41 PM  
Anonymous WOW GOLD said...

Thrashing in a gravy of disaster...nice.
Also, I shouldn't look at your blog right before going to sleep.

1:14 AM  
Anonymous Just Energy said...

I shouldn't look at your blog right before going to sleep.

10:59 AM  

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