a new year's dada collaboration

Sarah walked through the throngs of ignorant tourists at the theme park in a haze of confusion because
I can only concentrate on one thing at a time, unless I'm at work - then I'm forced to split my thoughts in many different directions.
And that was what had Cyril so confused. If Roger wasn't interested, then why not just say
FUCK IT!
So anyways, back to the bullshit of the moment
when nothing else would matter except the warm sun, the sound of birds chirping, and the colorful spring flowers
(which) were never as beautiful in Eau Claire as they were in Santa Cruz. Maybe it was because
she was too hot.

© 2006
sw, kc, kk, mk