:: Sleeping sickness ::

Saturday, February 08, 2003

One benefit of being kept up until 6 in the morning with food poisoning is the delirious, half-conscious dream state in which you find yourself. At one point, I was convinced that my body constituted a whole product line of miniature people, and by alternately lying on my font and back I could allow my customers to search through the catalogues, to find the homunculus just right for them. Then, of course, there was my pillow, which handled sales and distribution, and let's not forget the power cord to my ipod, which was the bridge over which customers came and went.

Another notable delusion involved a mission to self-destruct some sort of submarine, my reward for which was to be dropped off in a strip mall somewhere in Texas on a Sunday morning, when everyone was lining up for brunch. Luckily, my mother and brother happened to pull up in their cherry-red sports car and drive me to the airport.

Posted by morland @ 03:00 PM

:: Comments ::

picture? yes, wOrking On it. hOwever, my Only gOal with these phOtOs is tO amuse other "Orland haters": will yOu release them tO the public?

ps public. http://deathtomorland.gq.nu/orland.jpg

O really mOrland. that pic's self indulgence is rated O ver the tOp.

i hOpe yOur hands glue themselves tO the inside Of your khaki pOckets

Posted by: glass boy? i guess thats me me, eh? on February 8, 2003 08:42 PM

it wasn't self-indulgent, it was for http://www.zefrank.com/lp1/. type a sentence with an "o" in it and you'll notice I'm one of 7 randomly-selected "o"s.

and what about the saget pic?

Posted by: morland on February 9, 2003 01:56 AM

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