jars and jars full of nonsense

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00. 1-800-LESS-TAX
19. 4am.
82. ENTRY 1.
90. selected conscience.
3/6 - luke.
46. - dead.
50. - warehouse.
7. bag.
493. listening.
2000. chicago railway station.
18. beauty.
97.tooth.
70. crowd.
84. hair.
9. revolution.
48. wedding reception.
59. the bible.
4. headphones.
73. south pacific.
286. motel.
99. love.
poem: The Pedestrian
poem: Television.
procedure of a (slightly mad) scientist.
the well known tale about prunes.
summer rain.
Bill Gate$
Ted's story.
escapades in the pool hall
Bob. the prince that once was.
everything...
pictures.
*me.
good stuff.
links.
avro simones.
70. crowd.

70.
crowd.

i was standing in a huge crowd waiting for someone to arrive. i cant even remember who.
out of the crowd ran a man, screaming. he was screaming at me, his eyes almost bursting out of his head.
"jesus died for me, jesus died for me, jesus died for me?" he screamed.
i ran away hoping to leave the maniac behind, but he ran too, following me everywhere.
"jesus died for me?"
was his mantra.
"jesus died for me"
everywhere i went.

the screaming man, with the huge eyes followed me everywhere screaming those words at me.

i finally lost him. i dont care.