turn around...[every now & then i get a little bit worried that the best of all the years have gone by....]

today was the day of the great solar eclipse....

is that anything like a total eclipse of the heart?

[turn around bright eyes...]

i would have to say, erm... no uh un.

all kinds of superstitious people in India

were doing foolish things like

washing themselves in the dirty Ganges river...

pouring different liquids into one glass...

making buffets upon buffets

of food to offer up to the sun god...

so i thought of a few things we could

be doing here, to assure the god of sun

doesn't come down and increase

the sizes of our already disgusting

cockroaches or something awful

like that, because we didn't

offer anything up.

1.) everyone should take just one sock

and place it in a huge pile

in a field for the sun god.

2.) old bras could be tied together

to see how long of a bra-rope

we could make...

[hey Granny, you got any of those

ole 67 triple F over the shoulder boulder

holders you ain't a usin, layin around?]

c.) we could collect pigeon droppings

in a huge barrel, add food coloring,

take it up in a small chopper and

drop it in times square

or somethin like that.

[call it painting by nature].

4.) what if we took all the yoyo's

in the country, wrote little scary

messages on each, and hung

them from the trees?

would that be freaky or what..

i know none of this makes sense.

its probably not even comical,

cuz shit, i ain't a laughin here...

but that's what happens when

you have a very magnetic person

[moi]

and a solar eclipse half way

around the world. our polarized

carbonated footprints clash.

good thing the eclipses don't

come every day, eh?

p.s.

close your eyes....

[dark, isn't it.]

crp