Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Post of the Day

"Chairs piled high with endless stories, everything spilling over onto the floor like the drool from some poor fool’s slack mouth as he tries to tell people about his time aboard the alien ship, but is actually recalling his memory of the peeling paint from the old root cellar door of his grandparent’s farm that was bulldozed away thirty years before to make way for larger combines. "

No comments: