Dad poked me and the pup on Nancy, my Godmother's couch. Hung out in the basement a while, came back up, then had to go down in the basement again. Things turned out okay. Surrounded by two Saint Bernards, one is a pup, Baby (my 8 pound Yorky-Poo)tried to bite it, bad move on her part.
By the by, here is the latest casualty comparison between Iraq and Vietnam
Anyways, I've been reading ever single short story by Kafka, man, he is good. Using strange situations/narrators as metephors for anxieties of his generation. I'm thinking of trying that, either a sci-fi parody that paralells Voltaire's Candide or a story about the Exodus, but actually about the lack of continuity and connection in my generation. Still, I have to write my "Gospels" sometime.
Peace,
Chris
1 comment:
Chris,
Is that Frank Kafka you're referring to?
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