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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Moment of Zen

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I drew it and she colored it.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

conventional part one

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he drives slowly, the school to their right.
he is ben and jacob is the other.

ben pulls over and jacob gets out. as ben pulls away.
jacob walks up the steps of the school


ben drives a long time, he turns a right at the corner
and continues driving, keeping the school to his left.
he cuts another right and drives on.

trees above him sway in the wind.
it is a nice day.

ben makes a final right and pulls up to a tennis court.
jacob emerges from the foliage in haste,
a gun swaying in his hand, blood and sweat on his brow.
he swings the passenger door open,
tosses the gun into the car:
it lands in the back seat.

ben slams on the gas and the car screeches onward.
jacob grabs a towel from the glove compartment,
he wipes the bloody sweat from his brow,
making a small stain on the towel.
he then wipes his sweaty hand off,
leaving the towel blood red.

ben keeps driving and makes a left,
putting the school behind them...

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Kind of a Big Thing

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So I was kind of hailed the BARBER KING this morning around 2 or 3am. My new-good friend, Kris (shavee), was looking to attain the length of my own hair (shaver... on the left, mouthing "SHUT UP BEFORE I SHAVE YOUR BACK HAIR, LAURYN!") and I was dubbed the expert because of my hair. So I took the sheers, buzzers, blades, whatever you shall dub thee; and mowed Kris' membrane-mighty. My girlfriend is also pictured in the back, with an indescribable expression on her face. Not quite sure what she was thinking at this point. Anyway... Kris is now an all-around-er like myself (i.e. same hair length on head, face, chest, and balls :D). Of course, it wasn't over, when around 3am, my other new-good friend, Mike, came to me for a buzz as well. He looks bad-ass now, along with Kris and we form this sort of trifecta of all-around-ers. All and all or all in all (not really sure how that figure of speech really goes. The night was long and hard and full of... hair. So now what does this mean? What does this make of this?? What am I? I am the BARBER KING. I can shave a man clean with the swoop of my fist-extenders and a good old pair of hair-begone-ers. I can do all of this now and I'm kind of a big thing.