fooey, i have been neglecting my website. but it's not my fault. it's all because southwestern bell is run by a bunch of poo flinging monkeys. and with that, i bring you a dream from my quite talented friend david...

It was 1960 and I was underwater.

I was there to drop batteries and cans of turpentine into the ocean. There was a race between the little children of the underwater people and the older folks to count all the shiny metal objects that I dropped.

The little children swam to and fro collecting this and that. A little black-hair boy collected an armful of objects.

Suddenly, we were in a dank kitchen, counting the batteries and cans of turpentine that the people collected.

The little black hair boy won by collecting 28 batteries and turpentine cans.