Vegetable Boy IV

The world is made out of people. I know that by now, the vegetable boy said to himself. This could only take place on a Sunday he thought. Under the influence. Some people are jerks and most are little jerks. The snow outside is melting. Throwing it in balls is most satisfactory. Reading and writing and running around and what built the library but it certainly took more than one day to do so. Especially the way those people move. So unorthodox. I will wait right here until I see the results I desire. But dont say the desired results. Say the titties is out. Oh and how out they were indeed. All over the internet. Oh yes and of course the library is my church. Obviously. And of course alcohol is linked with the religious experience. The active versus the contemplative life. Beef and having it. One of the precursors must be that it is for no good reason at all. Which luckily, it isn't. I was boorish and offensive, inexplicably so if it weren't for all that whiskey and angst. Whiskey and pickles. Whiskey and coupons. All alone it has no power what so eva. For eva.

Vegetable Boy III

The boy boiled brussle sprouts, their buoyancy belied their bold flavor. Before consuming the boy washed his hands. To them he announced, ladies and germs of the gentlecourt. Denizens of the cracks and wrinkles in these, my hands, I will now flush you out. You are dirty and you are bad. So the boy plunged the top of the soap dispenser down and the pneumatic squirt of antimicrobrial goo was deposited into his open left palm. Hot water was turned on and the boy began to sluice the water between his two hands, rubbing them against each other according to the unique patterns of his own physioligy. Physiology. Then his throat hurt and he remembered to talk more. Then his chode hurt and he remembered to be more grounded. His brussel sprouts were steaming so he turned off the faucet and put them on a plate. He ate them.

Vegetable Boy II

So the boy drank water and the boy ate vegetables and the boy ate almonds. That is because he had eyes in the shape of almonds. Then all of the sudden, as if unexpectedly the boy sprouted legs that wanted to go for a walk. The sun, he reasoned, probably would not stay up all day because that would defeat the purpose of a time keeper that had to go away at regular intervals to ensure those who measured would be reassured by its continuity. If it were always there we would be miserable. The boys dreams could tell the future. So he took a walk through the park. The wilderness even. Phone in hand he blabbed and in return was blabbed at, the blabbing was mutual and lovely. The fresh air and increased heart rate resulted in the wonderful sensation of not feeling so sick. He was enlivened. He returned to a house of strangers. He was ok with that, happy? Lets not get carried away. Then he sat down with a soup in front of the computer screen and watched TV. It was lovely. The world was lovely. Pisses and shits are lovely. There is much to be done in the coming weeks. It may seem like a big waste of time but nobody said it would be easy. Sometimes being there is enough

Vegetable Boy

Once upon a time there was a boy and all he did all day was sit around his apartment and eat vegetables. Oh vegetables, steamed and raw with sauce on them sometimes and sometimes with no sauce at all. And everything seemed to be gravity in the world of the boy. But there was one little silly billy problem. He had a headache as big as the whole stars and other such things that are comparable to a headache of 15 beer proportions. So the boy struggled and struggled. He made so many vegetables in the attempts of getting his headache to go away under the symptoms of their healthiness. It was of a big nothing because this was a headache of a sticky nature. Sticking to the inside of the boys brain and mind, his soul and spirit. He had talks with people on the phones in his hand and he had water. Oh the water he had. Big bottle of water refill and refill again and dont you ever stop. So he put on movies and watched them til the end of time. A glorious day blazed outside. It was sunny is what I mean by that. But to no avail, the sun was shining for no one that day.