Written on March 16, 2010 at 10:22 am by MR Central Command

Phooneybaum Phoughts: Space-Time 1.34.52.00.0.2

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Like the homes of childhood friends, every modern day space ship has a different smell to it. Except for ours. Our smells normal and all the others smell weird. What are their moms cooking?
Found a cape on the kitchen floor this morning. Feel the Commander Major wants to be found out and confronted about his obsession, but not ready to have that conversation.
Had that dream about pigeons pecking out my eyes again, except that my eyes were trumpets and the pigeons were Dizzy Gillespie. I think I’m sexually frustrated.
Nothing worse than a pie in the laundry dryer. Cleaning the lint trap is hell.
Sometimes I get lonely, but I feel better by realizing that everything everywhere is lonely. Especially trees that aren’t in a forest with their buddies.
It gets confusing when I say “I’m going for a Space Wok.” Space Wok, please change the name of your establishment.