Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I am a Zoo
There are many animals in my head and gut that tremble in the rains and create manure for the gardens of the future. We are all zooming around the pens together, mating and defecating, licking the furs or feathers, pecking, gnawing and blowing bubbles, depending on whatever. Sometimes the pens are watery, sometimes sandy, sometimes in possession of lovely fake rock piles made of papier mache. The penguins have turned their backs to the visitors, it is fun to ignore them, especially while they are licking sweets and crunching salties. I better get back to my zoo.