Monday, August 6, 2007

close your eyes


go to your happy place go to your happy place go to your happy place

11 comments:

patrick said...

are those pink sheep?

I see pink sheep.

baaaa

I thought all the sheep were in the US?

phyllis said...

oh, they have all kinds of colors here - brown and beige and bone and ivory and brown and coco and beige and bone..........thanks for leaving a comment, patrick, evidently there's some tedious sign-in procedure that is scaring everybody into responding to me via email. my hopes of a virtual friendhsip community have been shattered. another dream deferred..............

patrick said...

You know what is wrong with people?

They weren't born in Buffalo.

WE know tedium. WE thrive on tedium. Tedium is like breathing to us.

Bring on the sign on procedure with a side of blue cheese dressing and celery stix, damnit!!!

OWWW!!!!

phyllis said...

ain't it?

phyllis said...

and it's fine with me if nobody wants to talk to us. more chicken wings for us!

phyllis said...

ain't it?

blogonada said...

i think that was my cue to join in!

patrick said...

Oh man!! this post is just getting too Buffaloicious!!!

By the way - I am reminded that this Friday at the El Rio a triple bill of performers will set the city on fire.

A really good friend of mine is performing his solo work for the 4th or 5th time and he is opening for Terese Taylor.

The world just shrank...did you feel it?

To make it smaller - the guy that is Pocket Shelley - was conceived in Buffalo. His bio mom put him up for adoption and he ended up in Southern California, but the sperm met the egg at the center of the universe, the heart of darkness, the belly of the least = buFFalo.

phyllis said...

well i've got my devil horns up right now. rock that beeffalo tedium away, taylor & connors!

blogonada said...

i just played that show & thought there was something oddly off, a darkness, a buffalonian about michael. it's weird to hear this after the fact. were u there patrick? did i kiss you?

patrick said...

I wish I would have been there for the kiss. I could use it. As Friday progressed my rotten mood decayed my brain into pulp.

Instead of spending hours in a bar in the Mission I went to a goddamned AA meeting and mentally assassinated everyone present.

A little yoga this morning at the Y was more helpful...but the locker room smells like the J-church.

I am sorry I missed your show.