Later

One hour later, the five of them reappeared, fractured but not broken, thirteen minutes after the night man had closed up the building for good. Trina was the only one gutsy enough to cross Thirty-Fifth street and pound on the inpenetrable glass doors. "Hey! Let me in!" she howled, "I live in room Fifty-Four!"

vox

Monkey Butt

I searched through my cosmic haystack
to only found a monkey's butt.

My computer chirps
I have new mail
I have good ears
I can recognize a "tiny chunklet of ventolin"

Something tells me I'm full
yes, full indeed
it will pass

It's alright
I'm not disappointed
I was just looking for my pen.

Tim

"Robert McFarland"

Played the rack I had bought.
Not really playing, just hitting the balls hard as I could.
Always wanted to break a ball.
See it turn to dust, split in half, or jump off the table
and get some sweet thing in the face.
Surely its' just a way of hitting the cue right.

ezra