journal creature: Buffalo, NY<br><i>Nothing After "But"</i>

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

A cartoon character rainbow bright kinda girl who hasn't washed her hair for a month or more, we'll call her Interrupting Comet.

Interrupting Comet has been driving around the country with green coconuts and a meet clever in the bed of her grampy's sharp white pick up. She sings out the window at the top of her lungs. She cackles with her touring partner, we'll call him Stickyfingers, until her belly cramps. She ponders if it is the mere fact that she is road tripping another 6 hour drive that causes the sky to darken low north east south clouds to the west, and spill the burden with we underneath.

She figures it is the least she can do to be rained upon and there is nothing she could say right now after the word 'but'.

Oil cotton clouds cried on the shoulder of an Interrupting Comet then this weekend, when the tent she was in proved not at all suitable for being a tent. Doesn't the organism thrive sometimes in most unpredictable ways? Awake all nite in the middle of a saturated 200 acres of upstate New York wonderland, listening to the raindrops peek through, drip, drip till her sleeping bag became like a slobber spit wad on elementary school bathroom ceilings (we all tossed a few). Yes, it is unpredictable to be just one nerve, just one capillary, just one cell of this gigantic intelligent, nearing immortal, biosphere organism.

Unpredictable because we can't see the whole picture.

Under Blue Moon August Eve she spun fire in bighting nite whet wind. At the artistic and communal Living Now Raw Festival, she had 30 poi spinning students squishing ankle deep in sexy mud filth, using their bodies in ways they had never before, taking risks, succeeding, failing, becoming more. And on her road trip now to London, ONT for the next raw festival, she takes it easy in the pickup cause it is light on whet pavement and her wise grampy said, "You can buy another truck, but you can't replace grand daughters."

We just can�t see the whole picture. You never know what part you are playing, what rain cloud you are emotionally supporting, what the intelligence of the collective organism is going to request of you next. So take it slow.

Interrupting Comet, wh---?

DIE OLD!!!

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	Buffalo, NY Nothing After "But" August 04, 2004 Knock, knock. Who's there? A cartoon character rainbow bright kinda girl who hasn't washed her hair for a month or more, we'll call her Interrupting Comet. Interrupting Comet has been driving around the country with green coconuts and a meet clever in the bed of her grampy's sharp white pick up. She sings out the window at the top of her lungs. She cackles with her touring partner, we'll call him Stickyfingers, until her belly cramps. She ponders if it is the mere fact that she is road tripping another 6 hour drive that causes the sky to darken low north east south clouds to the west, and spill the burden with we underneath. She figures it is the least she can do to be rained upon and there is nothing she could say right now after the word 'but'. Oil cotton clouds cried on the shoulder of an Interrupting Comet then this weekend, when the tent she was in proved not at all suitable for being a tent. Doesn't the organism thrive sometimes in most unpredictable ways? Awake all nite in the middle of a saturated 200 acres of upstate New York wonderland, listening to the raindrops peek through, drip, drip till her sleeping bag became like a slobber spit wad on elementary school bathroom ceilings (we all tossed a few). Yes, it is unpredictable to be just one nerve, just one capillary, just one cell of this gigantic intelligent, nearing immortal, biosphere organism. Unpredictable because we can't see the whole picture. Under Blue Moon August Eve she spun fire in bighting nite whet wind. At the artistic and communal Living Now Raw Festival, she had 30 poi spinning students squishing ankle deep in sexy mud filth, using their bodies in ways they had never before, taking risks, succeeding, failing, becoming more. And on her road trip now to London, ONT for the next raw festival, she takes it easy in the pickup cause it is light on whet pavement and her wise grampy said, "You can buy another truck, but you can't replace grand daughters." We just can�t see the whole picture. You never know what part you are playing, what rain cloud you are emotionally supporting, what the intelligence of the collective organism is going to request of you next. So take it slow. Interrupting Comet, wh---? DIE OLD!!! 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link