Scraps

This post is a bit different. Over the course of my occupation at Magic Mountain & Walmart, I would bring a folded up piece of paper to work (not my writing notebook because it would get greasy at MM & ridiculed at Walmart). I have a stack the size of a tiny bible (which is where I stored them, now the binding in the bible is all screwy) and decided, out of the blue, to go through them. Here are scattered images, lines, thoughts that I discovered that somehow interested me.


My 13 year old
dog needs surgery
for a tumor on his lip;
it balloons
in the sun, grows dark.
Do I have to pay
for the surgery if he...
dies on the table?
No more whispering
in his ear what a good dog
he was.

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From Breast to bottle
No you can't speak to Jackie Chan (Damn,
he ain't gonna be in Rush Hour 3)
Hello Benjamin!
Collection of vegetables.

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Papa loves Mambo, but what about Mom?

Is a double cross twice as religious?

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Left/right K
N, but backwards.

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Don't worry about the drive, your feet know the pressure to get home.
the song of the windows
Like the persistent sound
of clipping your toenails.

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To My Brother (Who
Never Had a Disney Pass)
I'm sorry we left
early when you wanted
to stay until midnight.
The lights were just
turning on & the sun
just setting. I apologize.

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But

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I'm a junkie for the pricks

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6:23-6:38

I drove by two girls in sleeping bags, camping on a driveway. White flashlights in hand pointing to the stars, laughing. What do they talk about? Do the stars listen? I only ever camped in the woods, back never kissed concrete. The woos stars were always beaming, but lacked orange fluorescent glow, flashlights, the sound of cars driving by, wondering.

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fifty-eight year old with lover body of a sixteen year old volleyball playing bird.

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Shhh...
"Do you know them?"
"No."
"I know you."
"You do?"
"Yeah, from school."
"Did you know her?"
"No."

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A mushroom cloud of yellowed
grease stains the tacked on wallpaper
Onion rings evaporate at 350 degrees
Buffalo sauce vapors blitzkrieg nostrils
Chemical warfare  (From what I can remember/tell, this is the first note I ever wrote at work)