4:01 PM .:. Happy day to you, happy people. Here's one of my favorites; it's a good stand-by when you have a mind blank (or are at work and can only add a line or two between --nobody's looking!-- moments).

I remember/I don't remember

(Fantastical): I remember eat pink shoes at my eighteenth birthday party; a delicacy and treat. The kings wore robes of aluminum foil and chewed on straws made in fantastic colors, from hardened silicon, a valley of hopeful futures lying before them.

There was Misses Merry Mack, with buttons--all down her back! She loved elephants and let baby 'phants dangle from her ears, digging their tiny trunks into her ears, causing her to laugh abruptly during serious conversation. I was slightly embarrassed for her, but with all the green soup I drank, I really ended up forgetting much of it.

I don't remember when the dog flew to Austria and returned (in one half hour) with a tombstone reading, "Ich kann keine Sprache." Apparently, my father collapsed after cursing the dog and kicking it in the tummy. The dog didn't let up, despite my father's pathetic appearance: Sir, says the dog, Diese Schreibung ist sehr komisch. Halt!

My father refused.

The dog killed him.

Get real. I remember nothing of fruit loops, but eat plenty of fruity pebbles. I don't remember, each timeI buy a box, that they make me feel nauseous, my mouth feels fuzzy, and I feel I've only really enjoyed a small bowl, maybe three weeks earlier.

I remember holding a pen over the page and saying, "Today, we will become famous!" and the pen would nod and the page would smile and the little guy on my shoulder would laugh, stomping his tiny foot, "but how?" he'd ask, "when you SUCK so much?!"

Funny little guy he is.

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