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March 19, 2009

i need a doctor to look at my blog

photo posted from my iPhone

My blog’s so swollen. And it has comments all over it. I keep hoping it will go away, but it’s been like four years now.

You’re looking inside the laundry room at the Four Season’s hotel in San Francisco. They had a crazy machine that irons and folds sheets, but I wasn’t allowed to photograph it. It comes from space. Not like space when you take stuff to Goodwill and get more room in your apartment. I mean SPACE. Like as in out there. Way out. Balls deep.

There were two bad accidents on the way to work this morning, and I kept waiting for the third one. What’s that magic number stuff all about? The day is over. It’s late. My blog is throbbing. Maybe Walgreens has an ointment. A liniment tincture. Or is there a homeopathic potion on Craigslist? I need options.

2 Comments

  1. dark matter has entered your brain, to get it out, knock your balls together three times.

    Comment by Anonymous — March 19, 2009 @ 2:56 am

  2. go to the free clinic on haight they’ll give you something or you’ll get something.

    Comment by n.d.p. — March 19, 2009 @ 10:50 pm

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