prose poetry...

from an email from my brother who currently has a cold...

"i feel like ive just done a line of mashed potatoes...they're all stuffed up in my nasal cavity and surrounding my brain. if only i had some garlic bread and maybe some lucky charms"

dood. it's going to be 80 today...Selena just wrote, she want's me to go out with her tonight for karaoke...i don't do that shit...but, i do love Selena, and i do love drinks, so, i think i'll go and take some photos...and if i get perved enough maybe just maybe someone can convince me to do Jon Bon Jovi's Blaze of Glory...

...currently listening to Various Artists Ambient Spirit: Fire...

"wake up in the morning and i raise my weary head/ got an old coat for a pillow/ and the earth as last night's bed/ don't know where i'm going/ only God knows where i've been/ i'm a devil on the run/ a six gun lover/ a candle in the wind/ SHOT DOOOOOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY!!!"

...shit brings me to tears everytime...