May 8th, 2002


maybe i will delete this, unless i decide it's a parable of some kind

what ho! said a puppet, that was lounging in the street. it was ragged and political but had lately lost its way. WHAT HO! said the puppet, to all businessmen and clerical workers and janitorial staff and dogs that passed by. one dog ate it. but it could not be eaten. rains battered it, but it could not be beaten. even when swept away by the garbageman's brusque brush, it sat triumphant atop a heap of shit and proclaimed:

WHAT HO! YOU CITIZENS OF THIS BUILDING, YOU POWER BROKERS OF THE UNIVERSE! There are tremors beneath your feet and an earthquake is coming.