James Bond in a TV set by the computer with the blogger open
Jaws walks with his pretty blonde girlfriend and a guy with a beard makes a silly announcement
they are in a spaceship ready to deploy an evil plot and no doubt Bond will pull it off once more
stargazing and looking for "friends" in the hi5 network in the worst of moments
over-recovering from appendicitis since more than a week ago
Bond asks his girl where she learn how to fight "like that"
-perhaps NASA?
a "not-so-flashy" return to my old poet self and still tired from all the cups of coffee I DIDN'T drink during the week
the walk to get here left me dead but I came back after a few cups
seems like Antler or Ginsberg speaking their factories or howlings but more like bullshit
these flaccid words trying to look for excuses or asking ultimate questions
wandering in the edge of forever as I listen to the bearded man:
the human race will cease to exist