1. We are trying to get back to our old house, the one with the garage in front. First, the door is slanted and collapsing, then the sand spiders start in. God, the sand spiders.
2. The kid is amputated at the thighs and sitting on a mirror. "He looks like a worm," I say to you. "Hey Dave," you say to the kid, "haven't seen much of you around."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tazed
We are on a bus in a foreign land being wrongly interrogated by police. The police say they will let us go if they can taze us in three places: our feet, our hands, and our nipples. Everything goes slow motion as we bravely submit to them.
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