the fridge door was open the whole time I was writing this

Dillon Francis’ I.D.G.A.F.O.S.

“A wise man once defined the purpose of art as ‘making the phenomenon strange.’ Things can become so familiar that we no longer perceive them at all. Art, however, can take the sound of the sea, the intonation of a voice, the texture of a fabric, the design of a face, the play of light upon a landscape, and wrench these ordinary phenomena out of the backdrop of existence and force them into the foreground of consideration.”
~James Carey

This statement marks my sympathy for the dinosaurs,

but guess what!

I was a pirate for Halloween. 3 times. (what kind of rule is it that you have to dress as something new each night, especially if yarr gettin’ parrrticularrrly into yarrr character?)

(more to be found here http://www.flixya.com/blog/3882413/Great-pumpkin-craving-art)

also appropriate for Halloween:

Giant Clown Terrorizes Portland

you were a cell for a half hour.

that’s right!

one cell, a half hour.

then you grew so many complexities

and now you’re sitting on the bus

wondering just how you got so complicated

when it seems like all the strangers just seem to have appeared

at that age, as if they’d been that way forever,

and that’s how you’ll remember them,

forever.

did you know that
everyone you’ve seen in your dreams you’ve seen in real life?

and that
Crayola's senior crayon maker, Emerson Moser, who molded a record-breaking 1.4 billion crayons in his 37-year career, announced upon his retirement that he was color blind?

hey I’ve been wondering,
when you’re dreaming and someone talks to you, are you really just talking to yourself?