Thursday, August 26, 2004

hair me out...

i always lose my hair brush when i'm in a hurry and the hair is drippy wet. then i wish i could just curry my hair with my tongue. but not really. i would need an awfully long tongue. and the hairballs...i don't like them.

i should keep a family of hair brushes. that way i'd always have one. one for each day in the week. one for every room, maybe.

satie had a dozen identical grey velvet suits. two pianos, stacked, pedals wired together. a squadron of white handkerchiefs. good on him. i like that guy. oh, and he liked umbrellas. a lot.

the post titles are getting worse and worse. someone should stop me. it isn't punny anymore. doh!


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