slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"
Saturday, September 06, 2003
club (bungalow) house
Back when we were in still early grade school; our parents had a smart way of keeping us out of the house; they had a club house built for us; it looked more like a native bungalow, but it sufficed.
Due to sibling rivalry, my sister banished me from it.
But, when I found out about what they were planning on doing one night, I didn't feel so bad. It's a simple math probability equation that even I knew what the outcome would be:
children + matchsticks + candles + wooden club house = ?
Due to sibling rivalry, my sister banished me from it.
But, when I found out about what they were planning on doing one night, I didn't feel so bad. It's a simple math probability equation that even I knew what the outcome would be:
children + matchsticks + candles + wooden club house = ?
