Wednesday, February 7, 2007
AMERICA !
I watched Dr. Phil yesterday. Everything he said was so right. So true. I was humbled in his presence. I took green beans out of the fridge and spooned them into his pixelated mouth. I saw him flinch a little before saying, "You've got to learn that marriage isn't some roller-skating party. It takes work." I knew he felt my offering. I took macaroni and cheese out of the fridge and stuck them onto the TV around his hair. He was getting lighter, i could feel it. Dr. Phil looked a little panicked. He wasn't ready for his apotheosis. I touched his wrist. I said, "Phil. Phil." He looked at me. He was hurt. I said, "Phil." I lowered my eyelids. I leaned against the TV. His shirt was warm. I touched the space in between his eyebrows. I noticed he probably hadn't shaved that morning. Phil said, "We are ready." I said, "Yes. You got us here." The TV turned off and I laid down on the carpet. There was a humming and it was new. It was the sound of a bitter savior.
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cole swenson!
i was there, slamming the door to park hall over and over again.
some park hall ghost
ghosts! ian you should write a poem about a park hall ghost and then at the end reveal that the whole time it wasn't a ghost, but bruce willis. also the poem turns out to be a movie.
ashley once you read part 2 you will see that this is a heartwarming story. it is friendly and loving to all minorities, no matter how genetically inferior they may be.
is this about zack braff
my internet is down lately
boo
ryan has exposed my complete disdain for Garden State
haha
i am a super sleuth
i was aided by ghost writer in my unravelling of this mystery
it is a good soundtrack
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