Saturday, June 28, 2008
Erasers are awesome
Listen up well as I spin this tale of an eraser, a boy, and a tree. A tree? But what does a tree have to do with an eraser, a boy, and me? Oh-ho! Said the boy, this eraser is fine! It does whatever I please. Yes, yes replied I, and I repeat, what say you of the tree? Right-o, said the boy, I was getting to that, about that silly old tree. It was ever so tall, too wide all around, and never grew any leaves. That doesn't sound nice, no, not nice at all. Why is this old tree in this tale? It's not, said the boy, the eraser is key! Then why did you mention the tree at the start? Did I? Reply, it must have slipped out, confusion is not what I seek. Alright then, if the eraser is key what say you to me, it does whatever you say? Oh yes, said the boy, it makes my mistakes go away!
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I. Am. Lost.
I wrote this at lunch when I was bored on the little strip of paper that wraps the silverware at Cindy Lee's. Just playing with words, don't bother searching for any kind of meaning.
It reminded me of a Shel Silverstein poem, or the longest joke I ever heard. Ask me about it sometime, as it is far too long to transcribe here.
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