The One True Dave

I haven’t blinked for days. Thirty thousand thoughts per minute. The perfect cube. Now where did I leave my voice. An eyeball highball for two. Have you ever stopped and contemplated glue? Comfortably numb describe it nicely. Ice and fur jammed up your nose. Time is the score keeper. More points the longer you stay in the ring. This ring doesn’t fit, bring me another. This ring cut off the circulation and my finger fell off. Who do I complain to? This ring doesn’t fit my tub, do you have any in an off-white? Snow-blind. My hair falls out so it doesn’t have to be seen with me. My fingernails can form their own opinions thank you. Are ice-cubes really satisfied in their job? And will you leave me when you do? Please come in and have a seat. As you can see, we have a large selection to choose from. Tell me of your problem, there is always room for one more.

Dave Owen, March 2/89