Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I yam essausted


Why? Because eed ees spreeng. The son ees oud. The bords are yompeen' aroun'. I yam chaseen' the forgheen' roof-squeerel.I tasted my fors cadneep ob the season. Si. I yam stoned.

Friday, April 20, 2007


Si. Thees theen' arribed een my house. Eed ees a feeg. Fruid whad you ead. My Meesers porchase' eed een Union Square ad the Farmers' Marquaid, then she ride home weeth eed arn the sobway an' make-a lards ob frien's...Meanwhile thees theen' ees leebeen' een my spaze onteel the weather improobs. I hade eed. I weel keell eed. She say , Estorbo, eef you bide yos one leaf, I weell pool oud your wheeskers one by one. Slow.

I loogh ad hor. She loogh ad me. Eed ees a face-arf.

Today she leeb the house for work. Today me and feeg are alone togairther.

Tomorrow you weel know who sorbibed.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Born Baby Born!


Las' nighd the Wooman was crazee. She go to bed. She sweetch orf lighd. I smell sometheen' fonny. I start to make-a noise whad she can' stand: I poosh smalltheen' roun' an' roun' floor een leebeenroom. She hear me, she say Estorbo! I'm tryeen' to sleep!

I pooosh smalltheen' roun' an' roun' some more. Estorbo!
Poosh-poosh!
Doan' make me come an' ged you, she say!
Poosh-poosh.
I hear hor throw arf the duvet. I hear hor stan' orp, she ees comeen' weeth speed. She sweecth arn lighd. She carm eento room. She see me ad food ob stove. She loogh ad stove. She go, Estorbo! I lefd the gas borner arn and the keetchen towel arn the stove ees begeeneen to born!

Yeah, I say. No forgheen' kiddeen. I deedn't wan' to spend the nighd een a firetrock.

She keess me many times. She call me Firecad.