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25 April 2006
This thread's a bonfire... What would you like to burn today?
I'll start with my clunky teacher's desk (badly in need of graffiti). And the ugly (though apparently historically protected) beige shades on the tall windows which open with the assist of a rather long pole good also for whale hunting (there are many whales in the Bronx).
Pips: Those shades and that pole were there 35 years ago. Too soon to burn them.
Also, the whale hunting aspect of the pole is that you have to hook the whale by the blow-hole. We had practice on each other. Not as easy as it looks.
To burn: 11 boxes of records that are not really important, but should be archived. But I am too lazy.
This reminds me of an old Waterboys song, although I'm past the point where an ex-lover's gifts bother me at all.
All The Things She Gave Me
All the things
all the things she gave me
all the things
all the things she gave me
I wrapped them up
in a big brown box
tied it with ribbon
drove to the docks
checked my time
by the old town clock
all the things...
I saw the watchman
he was blowing into
cupped hands
as he walked to the car
he said "Where do you think
you're drivin' to son?
All good folks are in bed
the day's work is done"
I said I'm just lookin' for
someplace to burn
all the things
all the things that she...
all the things that she gave me
where do I put them
where can I hide them
where I won't have to see them?
It's dark as hell here
this city's gown cold
the devil's in drag
playing poker with souls
the lots are all empty
the last man's out
the moon's made of cheese
and God is a boy scout
when I go to sleep
I'll be dreaming about
all the things...
then I'll dream about
churches with
great tall spires
cathedrals and candles
chimneys and choirs
I'll dream about
that place
where I set fire
all the things
all the things that she...
shh, I am hunting the Elusive Bronx Whale. The best bet is around Webster Avenue, I imagine. Luckily, those fuzzy-headed Greenpeace fuckers are too scared to come to the area, so you're free to harpoon at will.
Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go get my wooden leg restained, unless somebody threw it in the bonfire.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
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