the new new thing

in a small honkey tonk town in kansas everyone is scared there. there's no wheat fields. there's big green mountain rolling hills. lots of trees and a big house that these people live in. i came to visit them not so long ago for reasons i can't remember. we were scared. always running from these mean people that could make weather. they had cartoon villan faces. see now it's my story...it's saturday and i am sitting in the home happily when i notice some trees blowing quite dangerously and step outside to notice the villans peering at me from a rusty olive green caddillac. the kind you can only buy in a scary part of kansas. i'm running from them and in the distance i can see a lake. i'm running very fast, in a methodical kind of way, where you aren't really thinking about your own physical action. the lake is coming closer into view and so is the olive green cadillac. it's like a race. either the lake or the car will win, because at this time i am oblivious to my movement. the car speeds into view. the lake is going to loose, so i dart for some trees, enter their safety, trip, fall. crawling back up to my knees, i see what has tripped me. a pair of woman's feet wearing white high heels sticking right out of the ground. a dead body. i'm scared. but then again, when you're here, you always are. i manage sneaking my way back to the big plantation house, without being seen by the villans. when i get inside i call the police. and pretty soon close to the whole town is down in those woods staring at a pair of cheap white shoes protruding from the ground. the police cheif pulls her out. she's in a body bag, and when he unzip the bag, the rest of her body isn't there. it's empty except for those legs. that's when the villans showed up, and somehow i was alone again. no cheif of police, or townspeople, just me and the villans. and it was my duty to kill them. the only weapon visable was a sharp end of a shoe which i used to beat a tall dark man with. instead of fighting back, he handed me a note and walked away, along with his sidekicks. i stood in the middle of the woods, between green rolling hills, feeling the wind blow. it was blowing quickly again. somewhere in this gap of time i found myself back on the comfort of the plantation sofa, where white shoes are a fashion crime, and weather is not made. i think of oceans and other liquids and say to myself you only have what you have.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings the new new thing. in a small honkey tonk town in kansas everyone is scared there. there's no wheat fields. there's big green mountain rolling hills. lots of trees and a big house that these people live in. i came to visit them not so long ago for reasons i can't remember. we were scared. always running from these mean people that could make weather. they had cartoon villan faces. see now it's my story...it's saturday and i am sitting in the home happily when i notice some trees blowing quite dangerously and step outside to notice the villans peering at me from a rusty olive green caddillac. the kind you can only buy in a scary part of kansas. i'm running from them and in the distance i can see a lake. i'm running very fast, in a methodical kind of way, where you aren't really thinking about your own physical action. the lake is coming closer into view and so is the olive green cadillac. it's like a race. either the lake or the car will win, because at this time i am oblivious to my movement. the car speeds into view. the lake is going to loose, so i dart for some trees, enter their safety, trip, fall. crawling back up to my knees, i see what has tripped me. a pair of woman's feet wearing white high heels sticking right out of the ground. a dead body. i'm scared. but then again, when you're here, you always are. i manage sneaking my way back to the big plantation house, without being seen by the villans. when i get inside i call the police. and pretty soon close to the whole town is down in those woods staring at a pair of cheap white shoes protruding from the ground. the police cheif pulls her out. she's in a body bag, and when he unzip the bag, the rest of her body isn't there. it's empty except for those legs. that's when the villans showed up, and somehow i was alone again. no cheif of police, or townspeople, just me and the villans. and it was my duty to kill them. the only weapon visable was a sharp end of a shoe which i used to beat a tall dark man with. instead of fighting back, he handed me a note and walked away, along with his sidekicks. i stood in the middle of the woods, between green rolling hills, feeling the wind blow. it was blowing quickly again. somewhere in this gap of time i found myself back on the comfort of the plantation sofa, where white shoes are a fashion crime, and weather is not made. i think of oceans and other liquids and say to myself you only have what you have.