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Monday, March 13, 2006

Random Objects In My Room #2

Above are the endearing messages two of my best friends wrote on my camp binder. Another best friend can be found in the north edge of the second picture, where it is written "Love you tons, etc, etc."
An ancient and speckly picture of two retards and one old folk. Florence and Steve wearing battle garb (singing costumes). Just for the record, Steve does NOT have a smaller head than me--this photo is improportionate and causes me a lot of pain.
I have the power to save your life.
I also have the condemnation if you don't survive.
So if you're anything from gushing blood to dead on impact, I have the option of flashing my badge and saying "step aside, step aside, I know what to do" and going down on you (with my CPR powers; no "oh that's what they call it these days!" please) or to put my hands in my pocket and just walk away. I'd probably chose the latter because i'm a wimp.
Something I drew when I was 10. Man...something was wrong with me.
The inky design on the front of one of my old proph books. There's more where that came from.
Wow. Did I really say it? A random exclamation on a page of one of my notebooks. Man I must've been losing it.


Blogger lils said...

oh man i totally know what you mean about having a cert in first aid. cpr! that is some freaky shit. I have one specially for children. The thing is I would never remember how many breadths per minute, or what part of A-B-C Im in or if it's an EAR or CPR im performing!
What's the use of having it if we're such chickens..I did ask carefully that if I couldnt save someone could their family sue me? lol They say there is a 'good samaritan' clause. Anyway..I totally getcha there

3/13/2006 8:34 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

I know, I asked that too.
"Can they sue me if I break their ribs?"
The guy looked at me a little leerily. I think he was starting to really seriously ponder whether he wanted to equip me with this little red card or not.

3/13/2006 8:51 PM  
Anonymous s.olivares said...

"I hate poetry" That sounds like something I'd say. I usually couldn't understand most of the stuff I read. I guess that's why I started to write some of my own, and even then I have a hard time figuring it out.

3/14/2006 10:03 AM  
Blogger Joan said...

in the first picture, what does it say? "you're my favorite...."?

3/14/2006 12:25 PM  
Anonymous Mark said...

Sun dried poop!!!

3/14/2006 2:06 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

more precisely: sun dried turd.
I really ought to credit that genius message to the genius who wrote it.

3/14/2006 7:31 PM  
Anonymous Ryan said...

Ahaha, i remember that prophecy book. if you look REALLY closely you can see that part of the design morphs into the word "book". or there might be something else too...dig dig

3/15/2006 9:51 PM  
Blogger Joan said...

eww...thats disgusting!!!

3/16/2006 5:17 AM  
Anonymous crazed hamster said...

errrr...ummmm... I'm kind of feeling faint, I think from thinking too much... could you go down on me?

3/16/2006 6:26 AM  

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