Monday, June 28. 2010
Memory
Friday, June 25. 2010
Every Fallin' Lid
Wednesday, June 23. 2010
What Could Have Been
Ginneli: Hi! I'm 21. How old are you?
Dr. J.: Hi! I'm 18, and looking for a nice chat with a lovely girl just a little older than me.
Ginneli: I was lying. I'm 28. 29 in December. I was born in 1939.
Dr. J.: But then - you'd be 71.
Ginneli: No, stupid! It's 1968.
Dr. J.: Why. Tell me. If it's 1968, how can we be on the internet?
Ginneli: It's a different planet. We've got computers since 1851.
Dr. J.: I see.
Ginneli: You're pretty young.
Dr. J.: No. I was lying too. I'm 35.
Ginneli: Married?
Dr. J.: You're quick.
Ginneli: No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. I was just asking, because... I got married once. It was a mistake. And since you're a doctor - you're a doctor, aren't you?
Dr. J.: I'm a doctor, but -
Ginneli: See! And so you would know why marriages can turn out so wrong. I mean -
Dr. J.: You honestly believe I would know such a thing? I'm not a physician, by the way.
Ginneli: I don't need a physician. There is nothing wrong with my health. I mean I'm physically alright. Not too big, lucky me, and not to small either. And people like my hair. Just ordinary, you know..
Dr. J: I can imagine.
Ginneli: It's my heart - I mean, metaphorically speaking..
Dr. J.: Curing heartaches is a very special matter. I don't think -
Ginneli: Have you been to the Niagara Falls?
Dr. J.: What?
Ginneli: In Canada. They say that couples never separate, after they've been to the Niagara Falls.
Dr. J.: I'm sure that's nonsense.
Ginneli: Well. We all need something to believe in, and I chose to believe that not going to Canada must have spoilt my marriage.
Dr. J.: I see. You're a dreamer.
Ginneli: Of course. But what do dreamers do? Where do they go?
Dr. J.: Chatting on the internet, that is what they do. Obviously.
Ginneli: Hi. I'm 21. How old are you?
© 2010
Dr. J.: Hi! I'm 18, and looking for a nice chat with a lovely girl just a little older than me.
Ginneli: I was lying. I'm 28. 29 in December. I was born in 1939.
Dr. J.: But then - you'd be 71.
Ginneli: No, stupid! It's 1968.
Dr. J.: Why. Tell me. If it's 1968, how can we be on the internet?
Ginneli: It's a different planet. We've got computers since 1851.
Dr. J.: I see.
Ginneli: You're pretty young.
Dr. J.: No. I was lying too. I'm 35.
Ginneli: Married?
Dr. J.: You're quick.
Ginneli: No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. I was just asking, because... I got married once. It was a mistake. And since you're a doctor - you're a doctor, aren't you?
Dr. J.: I'm a doctor, but -
Ginneli: See! And so you would know why marriages can turn out so wrong. I mean -
Dr. J.: You honestly believe I would know such a thing? I'm not a physician, by the way.
Ginneli: I don't need a physician. There is nothing wrong with my health. I mean I'm physically alright. Not too big, lucky me, and not to small either. And people like my hair. Just ordinary, you know..
Dr. J: I can imagine.
Ginneli: It's my heart - I mean, metaphorically speaking..
Dr. J.: Curing heartaches is a very special matter. I don't think -
Ginneli: Have you been to the Niagara Falls?
Dr. J.: What?
Ginneli: In Canada. They say that couples never separate, after they've been to the Niagara Falls.
Dr. J.: I'm sure that's nonsense.
Ginneli: Well. We all need something to believe in, and I chose to believe that not going to Canada must have spoilt my marriage.
Dr. J.: I see. You're a dreamer.
Ginneli: Of course. But what do dreamers do? Where do they go?
Dr. J.: Chatting on the internet, that is what they do. Obviously.
Ginneli: Hi. I'm 21. How old are you?
© 2010
Sunday, June 20. 2010
Off Now
Wait a minute
From what I learn
She said
I made
Her do
It
Well, then
I must have
Hatched her
Off her
Roof when
She was safe
When she
Was beautiful her
Eyes along her flying
Body desperately winging
Upwards to
The sun while
Fast asleep
I must have walked a mile
Just counting sheep
She was so dreamy
Cataloguing fancy stuff
To introduce me to
Her parents she
Had put on
Our ring and rough
And quite unfair
Was what she said
Bizzar and haunted
Where her face
Began to burn
And yet her eyes upon
The human race
Got caught midair
© 2010
for ASch
From what I learn
She said
I made
Her do
It
Well, then
I must have
Hatched her
Off her
Roof when
She was safe
When she
Was beautiful her
Eyes along her flying
Body desperately winging
Upwards to
The sun while
Fast asleep
I must have walked a mile
Just counting sheep
She was so dreamy
Cataloguing fancy stuff
To introduce me to
Her parents she
Had put on
Our ring and rough
And quite unfair
Was what she said
Bizzar and haunted
Where her face
Began to burn
And yet her eyes upon
The human race
Got caught midair
© 2010
for ASch
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