g-a-l-e-n & e-y-e wrote this storio the other day:
once upon a moment there was a paper-bag. & it rolled around on the ground. it got kicked and trampled and blown and run over. one day a boy picked it up and...used it. regretably, it was later stolen (he's singing. what is he singing?) a song he made up, about the bag. he misses it.
he had a jacket made of rubberbands. people would pull them & he would fall on the ground. but, he liked it there..he could hear the wires..he could hear the wires of his brain. they wouldn't come out anymore
& he sang about his little paper bag. he hummed and whistled and mumbled. little bag, come home. he sang to the cold concrete below him. he sang to the crack house across the street. he sang to his fingernails and his rubberbands. the wires kept listening.
& then there was a stripper with green toe-nail polish, his mother. she put out her cigarettes on his rubberbands. at first he hated it, but it helped them fuse together, and his jacket got stronger. & he could pretend that he was stronger
he scratched at the scar where they put in the wires & the scar scratched back. his mother told him not to. because sometimes she saw people in photographs talking to her. & she was afraid. that maybe he would too. she had an old picture of her mother. she tried burning a hole through it with her burning tobacco. but, the vision of her face still spoke in her head. the look on her face made her sons wires buzz.
he couldn't figure out who his father was; he thought maybe his father was a robot - because of the wires.
his room was too small tot hink. he spent time under a bench at the park. sometimes the birds would sit on the tips of his shoes. he would sing about the paper bag. but, they didnt know where it was and they flew away.
and he wished he could too...end.
>> have a nice try.
>> ah.lex
(old man on the back porch & that old man is me)
