Oh

leave the “o”
it’s the hook

i was singing blue’s travelers in the yellow submarine

for playreal

for real real

leave the “o”
it’s the hook

see? texas babci, which is john’s nanny, according to ivory tonight during a serious discussion in the kitchen ...

see? texas babci, john’s nanny, was having creative time with the big boys to give me a chance to go to wal-mart, which is, in reality, one of the only chances this single mother of four boys gets out of the house and accomplishes ANYTHING – when someone entertains the boys for a bit :)(: thank you, mama! you rock!

my mom instructed the two big boys in the arduous task of designing these cute little stained-glass-looking, arts-n-crafty christmas ornaments. what you do see, is you drop these little melty colored beads by tweezers into the metal ornament mold and then bake it in the oven.

my mom is really awesome like that. she home-schooled her six children to the point of her own physical exhaustion. I remember her falling asleep reading aloud to us in our little schoolroom. her eyes would close and she would keep talking. if you can mentally compare our thoughts to trains, then you can imagine hers derailing. she would be reading something aloud, as i said, and then you could tell when she started falling asleep because her words would keep coming out of her mouth but with absolutely no meaning attached. like they had all fallen out of her short term memory and ... see? ... her tongue was a magnet and the words were metal shavings and whichever words clinked out first were the ones that fell out first – stuck to her tongue’s memory instead of her mind’s.

i don’t remember ever being young enough to not notice my mom. thank god for giving me the one i got.

see?

i just remember loving her so much it’d hurt cuz i didn’t see no one else lovin’ ‘er like that and how’s a body s’ppos’d ta go on with all that Good goin’ unwatched.

remember that time before i knew i was supposed to stay inside all that pretty round fat, you was sick and thirsty and i ain’t never knowed how ta be not answerin’ ya so i brought ‘er ta bring ya and then when you stopped feelin insideout from alla me bein outside a alla you for the first time since ever we was, you looked on me and your eyes hummed to me about earth

you are my baby
you live in this skin
this skin that your in
my skin put you in
and in it you’ll stay
my baby all day

maybe not many times before that, but definitely that time, two eyes hummed we’ll see
and we’ll see ...
we’ll see means “maybee”

hey, shannon, you were right

you predicted a world in the future where capital letters weren’t used so as not to discriminate

if my fingers are citizens and energy spent is being equally allocated – and our past’s future selves, Now – then, yes, you were right

fingers, now choose to dignify no letters above any others simply because we’re in a digital world – we’re teaching ourselves to record faster and faster and faster

so

we’re recording ...

bigger and bigger chunks?

supposedly ...

hmmm ...