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Dry dream

Oh! Chintzy, chintzy cheeriness

About Me

IDEA FOR A LATE-NIGHT COMEDY1. Walk out onstage wearing a navy blue suit with a tight gray sweater underneath, like an English schoolboy.2. Begin to play with sleeve of my jacket, pull it back and forth and then stick my hand inside my coat pocket. (A few people in the audience will start to chuckle.)3. Tell a two-minute monologue about getting my first haircut.4. Smile a nervous grin at the audience. (The audience will fall into hysterical laughter. Note: By this time the audience should be completely won over.)5. Recite three questions and answers from a printed interview with Whitney Houston from a 1986 issue of people magazine.6. Throw both arms out to the side.7. Play with my sleeve. (Heavy laughter.)8. Say, "Jeez folks, you must forgive me, my sense of timing has been thrown for a loop."9. Pick up a glass of water, take a sip, then spit it back into the cup.10. Throw the glass on the floor and smash it so hard that shards of glass go flying into the audience. (A few people in the back will start to clap.)11. Do a small tap-like shuffle.12. Waltz offstage like Bing Crosby.Click here for Myspace glitter graphics and Myspace layouts

My Interests

Number one rule: Thou shalt harsh no mellows. Harsh mellows = no marshmellows. He who harshes the first mellow shall have their harsh completely mellowed.

I'd like to meet:

my maker. ..

Television:

Scrubs. I love Scrubs. Im not even ashamed.

My Blog

Hawkwind Stallion gets political... WHA?

And I now realize... (firewood) A.K.A untitled poem number 16 or 'How to conduct a terrorist attack in an orderly manner'   And I now realize That you must fill your banks with money ..:name...
Posted by Dry dream on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:14:00 PST

untitled titles and the demise of god damned titling things

------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------This story is to you,my empty god damnedroom.It isnt worth the paper,it is writtenon.and on.Tonight I lost love.I tol...
Posted by Dry dream on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 12:54:00 PST

Untitled poem 4 (The Sterile and the Feral)

A boy lived in the neighbourhood where I livedStories were flung,back and forth.About the various animals that raised himand the sightings.This elderly lady,with whiksers herself,began leaving out a s...
Posted by Dry dream on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 08:14:00 PST

untitled poem 2 (entitled Abel)

Abel turns the earth, to a steady, to a sturdy, to the correct. 6 feet deep. Removes those heeled shoes. and lays at the bottom, unwilling to ask for help. D.T.S...
Posted by Dry dream on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 01:46:00 PST

My Celebrity Look-alikes

MyHeritage.com: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph...
Posted by Dry dream on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 07:48:00 PST

Untitled poem 1

The only person I ever liked,Was the boy who held his tounge.No outrage or flattery could ever untie his song.And the bonds that break and form,Between every word we speak.They fill mundanity from hou...
Posted by Dry dream on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:41:00 PST

Alone with everybody

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawlin...
Posted by Dry dream on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 11:58:00 PST

It was a little tense.

So then I'm crying and she's crying, and she's giving me the whole its not you its me thing, then she turns into a wolf and goes out the window. And I'm on the phone to the cops for like a half hour t...
Posted by Dry dream on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 01:30:00 PST