thewhitehouse

I wrote this yesterday morning.

Water dripped off of the light that was shining down through the window onto the dark grained wood that holds up the books that have the covers that hold in the papers and papers and papers and inkwords that have meanings like bite and run and also cone. Keeping this in mind, he walks down the big grey street in the middle of the town part of the city where all the other people kept their minds closed about some things and open about other things and he looked right into their eyes to see what they were thinking like “How am I so fat? That woman over there has the big boobs. I see a cat that just jumped into the garbage; I hope no one else saw that cat.” Mostly meaningless and always trivial but nonetheless important and the big groups of people all walked around, darting past one, another, dodging each other, avoiding contact of the eyes, blinking regularly. Breathing through the nose not the mouth except when taking very deep breaths like the man who runs past everyone, but the people don’t wonder why he’s running because he has little running shorts on which means he must be running for exercise, maybe for the fun of it. He was very thin and the bones in his legs could be seen more visibly than the average person’s leg bones, but no one even wants to see leg bones. There was a very big building that was made of big red bricks then brown bricks then no bricks, but it had a big bell and it used to ring at 9 and 12 and 3 and 6 and people always heard the chime and it made them think some thoughts about sounds and if they new the song that the bell would sometimes chime then they would think even more specific thoughts because people remember things about things when they hear things that sound like things. A woman with a dog that barked was near where that brick place once was, doggy barky always wants to eat and bark then shit shit and shit but it’s okay because he doesn’t know better. If doggy barky did know better, then I think that more dogs would be deservedly kicked more by people. Some dogs are dumb and they will not look into your eyes when you look into their eyes, but I can’t be mad at the dumb ones. Some dogs are smart, maybe too smart, because when I look into their eyes they look back right into my eyes and they stare me down and they make me feel like a dog (maybe a smart dog if I’m looking into their eyes) but still a dog and they don’t smile and any facial expression we do grant them are meaningless because they don’t understand human faces even though they try so hard. I make mean faces at dogs and they still like me just the same. Not like mean people when I make mean faces at them they make mean faces back and they don’t still like me just they same, but it’s okay because I don’t like them at all. In fact, they should find a cliff or two and jump right off of it because I don’t need anyone mean mucking things up for me or for the city and if all of the mean people were gone then there would only be happy people which I think would be a very good thing. But somehow the king of all things always ends up being the biggest mean person like the ones who push and punch. So, that’s how they make their collective ways right straight to the top by punch and punch and then mean faces and then they are number one. Sadly, it is sad. There are a lot of parked cars and it makes me wonder how many empty garages there are because during the day the cars aren’t in the garages. Are the cars in the garages at night or do they stay empty? Some of the cars are on the move. There is a little blue car and it might be Japanese or German or American, but I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like lot of blue cars are German it seems like the blue cars are usually Japanese. It was and still is a Japanese car. Someone, no sometwo, people were sitting in it and not saying anything. The driving person was looking forward and down a little bit, downward at a twenty degree angle, while the person in the sideseat looked out the sidewindow and his vision was perfectly parallel to the ground. Technically, at that point, if the universe does reflect upon itself or if it’s cyclical or if it starts over somewhere or if there is no beginning and no end, then he would be looking, technically, at the back of his head. If there was no matter in the universe, nothing to block the vision, then we would all always be looking right at the back of our heads. Not the best place to look, but if there is nothing else to look at (which there wouldn’t be) then I doubt that I would have any complaints at all