Penguin: I miss my friends
Fish: ?
Penguin: I don’t know I just feel like I have not seen you in along time. Kinda stupid right?
Fish: ya
Penguin: Yeah that’s kind of stupid or yeah you feel the same way.
Fish: I don’t know just yah. I’m sorry you feel that way.
Penguin: Yeah me too. Is there anything I can do about it though. You know I had this idea the other day. I was just looking at people and how I just hate the way the change when their groups change. Why is that. Does that make them less real.
Fish: I’m not sure I follow.
Penguin: I don’t know I just feel disconnected from people right now. Like I don’t think people understand me.
Fish: Ohhhh. Sorry to tell you but no one really understands anyone.
Penguin: But I’m not that difficult. You know the other day this girl at Penney’s called me a racist. She was Hispanic and she was going on and on about how great the Hispanic culture was. I told her to go back if she thought it was so good. Of course as a Hispanic I am not allowed to say that because I should be oh so proud of my culture. I hate that crap so much it’s driving me crazy.
Fish: Yah. It’s one thing to be proud of your origins but you also have to be realistic and have a sense of humor about it. I’m Irish, but I’ll admit there are only 2 types of Irish people: those who drink and those who are dead.
Penguin: That’s what I was trying to say but she was not buying it. According to her the Hispanic culture is great and that is all. She did not want to be reminded of the Honda Civics, the tattoos of the Madre Guadalupe. Nothing. The worst part is she does not understand that I hate this division that one culture puts on to differentiate itself from another. Cultural pride eventually leads to everyone having a different water fountain and that bothers me to the point that it keeps me up at night.
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Sunday, January 16, 2005
The Fish And The Penguin
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Haunted When the Minutes Drag
The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I remenice
I'm haunted
Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad
And this is for when you feel...
Nothing
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by your smile
And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky
By your mouth, by your soul
By your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice
So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad
And this is for when you feel...
Something
By your smile, by your mouth
By your soul
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Sunday, January 9, 2005
Up Your Chimney Santa
Things that sound dirty at Christmas, but are not
10. Did you get any under the tree?
09. I think your ball are hanging too low!
08. Check out Rudolph's Honker!
07. Santa's sack is really bulging.
06. Life up the skirt so I can get a clean breath.
05. Did you get a piece of the fruitcake?
04. I love licking the end until its really sharp and pointy.
03. From where I stand, you can't tell if they're artificial or real.
02. Can I interest you in some dark meat?
01. To get it to stand up straight, try propping it against the wall.
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Thursday, January 6, 2005
McBank
From working at the bank now and working at McDonald's years ago I have come to one undeniable truth: Everybody fucking hates drive thru.
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