Wednesday, March 04, 2009

MONDAY

Today I suspected that Ibsen meant to be funny when he said to his barber, “I want my hair cut like THIS.”

Today I discovered that The 3 Musketeers on the 3 Musketeers candy bar do not float into the air and travel to Alexandre Dumas’ novel and hide in the crinkly pages just because you look at them for a long time.

Today I thought about fasting and the next thing I knew my hand was filled with chocolate covered peanuts and I was munching them, as though I were in a dream.

Today I decided that the best way to die is to collapse outside of a beautiful hotel that you happen to have lived in very happily for many, many years.

Today I am a little afraid of drinking flaxseed oil, but if I were in a rock band, I would like for my name to be Flaxseed Oil, and I would like to play a big Hammond organ painted as yellow as a banana.

Today I really wanted to do things: make a smoothie and believe in God.

2 comments:

Pearl said...

ok, intriguing list. I'm going to have read more and return both...

Tortilla ex Machina said...

Awww...thank you, Pearl!

This is part of a continuous manscript called TODAY, one of two that never seem to finish themselves (the other is THE ETERNAL JOURNALS OF CRISPY FLOTILLA.) I guess the names should serve as indicators why they have trouble reaching their own conclusions–after all, eternal is, well, eternal, and every day is today.

I guess I will have to give this more thought.

But Pearl, if you like the snippet, may I recommend either COMMENTS WITHOUT COSMOS or PORTRAITS OF INTIMACY? Yes I may! And I do. You can get them from a double click over there on the right column, via the venerable lulu.com!

Thanks again,

Crispy

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