"I hate you!" a seventy-one-year-old woman shouted at a total stranger, somebody she had never seen before in her life, and then she punched the person, who was an elderly man, right in the balls. He dropped like a stone to the street but was able to open the package he was carrying and take out a lemon cream pie that he had just purchased at the bakery and shove it into the old woman's knee.(which is another way of saying: i don't know what to write on here. i feel confused right now by the idea of 'maintaining a blog'. i feel like i have nothing to say, except 'i like Richard Brautigan' and 'i have things forthcoming, that i will link to on here, when they are either online or in a magazine or whatever.' this will change, probably. tomorrow, maybe, i will write a long, involved account of going to the supermarket, or a bad poem, or something.)
"Pervert!" she shouted down at him as he lay there grinding the pie into her knee.
Friday, 25 July 2008
i just re-read Sombrero Fallout by Richard Brautigan. i'm writing a short thing about Richard Brautigan for the next Transmission.