saturday afternoon random thoughts

a house in the country. that's what they need. the pollution in this city air clogs up their arteries too fast and they become irritably nosy. yes, a house in the country. in the middle of a field. i can leave him to his boulder size sweet potatoes and papayas- green and orange in the midday sun. and she, with the carpentry, the plumbing, the chickens and the pruning. i will leave them both where i wouldn't have to see them everyday and still be guiltless about it.

"aren't you late for class already?" i changed from HBO to CNN. the pope is dead. "what do all those people want? that he'd live forever? the man couldn't speak audibly anymore (makes gurgling, rasping sound- mocking the wrinkly pink pope)." i kept at the channel a while longer than i intended. travel might do them good. they are so closed minded. prejudice, intolerance, bigotry.

yes. ship them off to... nah. too expensive. i should just slave myself to save up for their retirement. darn! they are retired! is it monday already after tomorrow? ugh. i need a vacation. a real one. away from them. away.

sweet potatoes. they make you fat and fart. i gagged myself to stop laughing. perhaps i am a part of the couch. an extension, an alternate ego. yeah. the one with feelings. numb, yes. but aware of things. hey! get your feet off me! dirty non-washer of feeet! shoo cat! i'm not your scratch post. you don't have a scratch post. hehehehehe. duh. your ass is too big. hehehehehe. sweet potatoes.