i wonder if don knots and jim nabors
used to go fishing together,
off camera--
knocking a few back under a familiar dusk sky,
baiting their hooks,
asking each other:
people don’t really think that’s us, do they?
There isn't a mission. There isn't a goal. It's just words on fake paper, sliding and tripping and flowing all over the place, because we're all full up on words in here and there is no way we can keep them inside. Like Tony says, "Nothing in here is true."
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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