Miguel: Do you ever feel like just living in a hole in the ground, and just eating the worms that crawl through the walls?
Alpha: Do you want milk in your coffee?
Miguel: With like a section of plywood for a roof, and when you want light you just slide it back a crack?
Alpha: This song on the radio…
Miguel: Lenny Kravitz…
Alpha: Is that… what is that, is that rhumba? Foxtrot?
Miguel: You know, they stick their heads through the wall or whatever they have and you just yank one out and eat it.
Alpha: Rhumba, how’s that go? Long-short-long-short? Is that the one where you go around in a box?
Miguel: You could bring me a cup of tea at night before bed.
Friday
Posted in Feral Living
Such conversations for breakfast!
The week, she has been long.
living in a hole in the ground and eating worms has a certain appeal …
or under a nice bridge, maybe, wrapped in untanned hides.
Who’s that trip-trapping over your bridge?
haha, this reminds me of david and kim conversations while david is on the computer:
k: (tells story about a silly thing that happened during the day)
(kim finishes talking and hears crickets in the silence that follows)
k: hello?
d: oh yeah. yeah.
k: did you even hear what I said?
d: yeah, you said hello.
heh. well, not really the same, but still.