Wednesday, October 05, 2005


I drank deeply from the bathtub spigot waterfall. I fell asleep in the spare room, wary of the squirrel family in the tree outside the window.

I dreamed I got on my hind legs at the back screen door and Shelly let me out. And then, man, I really scolded those squirrels. I said if I saw them again, I'll make them fall from the trees, bleeding, like the autumn leaves.

OK, well, leaves don't bleed. But if they could, I'd chase them, too.

3 Comments:

Blogger aubra said...

Shimmy, I am so delighted you're sharing your inner blog with the rest of us. Please keep posting. I will check your site every day to get a break from the tedium that is law school. I need your thought-provoking influence to prevent the corporate-conservative law school atmosphere from cutting off my integrity, the way Tony cuts dingleberries off your furry cat-asshole. Thank you, Shimmy. Good luck with the squirrels.

8:34 PM  
Blogger terrified mel said...

O dear Shimmy I beliave every word you say. I am still living with the teror of you the last time. you and me - I was ower four years ago in that old house.You screamed, you hissed, you jumped till Shelly rescued me. Swift move you both were gone. few minutes later door opened Shelly bloody me terrified.I know you were a guard dog in you past life!! I do I do I do beliave every word you say as long as the crimson blood running through my veins.Somehow I fell safer when you are in the cyber space, So keep blogging and I'll hear you....

9:31 PM  
Blogger caninus said...

You filthy hedonistic little animal... I am acquainted with three appropriately tight-lipped felines who'd love nothing more than to sort you out, you lot, should you ever make the awful mistake of appearing in the East Bay. Do you hear me, Shimmy? This is all the warning you'll be getting, you pathetic self-serving furball.

11:32 PM  

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