piccochan

Wahhhh...

I'm so nervous. I'm going tomorrow to have my wisdom teeth FINALLY removed (they have been overdue for over a year now)...

I'll be dead all weekend, but I suppose that won't be much different from what everyone expects on here =^.~=

Wish me the bestest of luxxor...lol

Upon leaving you, read this...

An Inquiry Concerning Human Understanding
Alan Michael Parker

When the hook-and-ladder truck took the corner
far too fast, on two wheels, say witnesses,
for 70 feet, and then went over,
screaming on its side for 90 more,

my friend, the reference librarian,
was in the back of the truck, knocking around
like an overripe peach in a coffee can
thrown down thirteen stairs;

and another friend, an architect,
was home with a mug of something hot,
reading an essay by Willis,
technology strives to erase the lies

but not their benefitsfrom our lives.
The architect was puzzled: which lies?
The reference librarian felt
a lot of blood down the back of his neck

and suspected the blood was his own.
None of my friends admits to making love
at the time, although a few
were in the embrace of a family meal,

and Cathy made a double pun
about the pepper mill.
The trees and the stars had just come on together,
the way they seem to, so inextricable,

and the house burning in the next town
burned harder. If there were
any proof of any god,
Id guess this is what god feels,

all of it at once,
and maybe it is, no matter what I guess.
But the kid driving the fire truck
was so enthralled by doing something good

he lost his reason,
for which I want to forgive him;
and the reference librarian strapped to a gurney,
who will be okay,

cant see for all the blood,
and cant quite decide, for all the pain,
exactly whom to blame, or curse,
as the house in the next town burns.

...

mmmm, I love AMP! So unknown. Please forgive me. I shant return for a bit.

Ja!