I try to make conversation - that's always good - to the face in the picture. Like there are no trees behind it the ground is no longer brown and there are no rocks on it but cheese horizon is swirling like a doped 's' letter flowers growing upsidedown, and pulled out only to display a dirt-covered bloom from the vase.

big round balls of swiss cheese

balls of nothing.

sarcastic or honest depressive or bored painful or playfull i can't figure out what the face is conveying as yet another of my conversation attempts fails and emergency-lands on the narrow shaded relief space below the cheekbone.

Some crashed before on my shiny forehead smashing to pieces

not that it shows, mind you.

Then they say that I wouldn't grow up And I say that they're probably right and everyone goes off to his business .. happily

..

It's like saying you want all the arabs out, it's irrational, it lacks every bit of logic that we can force ourselves just like this, like fifty-fucking-three years of this on people that don't really care Moses who? King David and Solomon, well they were both Faggets anyhow, and they only like fucking sheep, and only on cliffs for that matter so fuck them anyway, who the hell they think they were and Him too, you know, Would He give a hand to deprivance of homes? (oh well, why am I asking..) But then, you know, there's another and another stone and another bloody helmeted soldier and three of them crushed by a lynch mob, they're holding our too-familiar M-16 's , and where the hell would they find yet another flag to cover a coffin (common, they've become, although not by religion, not by civilian) and the bearded man keeps saying Jihad and Intifada and other tooth-braking, tongue twirling words and The Europeans think they're some persecuted nation fighting for freedom, because they oh-so need a robinhood struggle for a change, at least it will take their minds off the Petrol for a while, but what about the baby picture circling around the world, and..

a ball of swiss cheese

three balls of swiss cheese

plop..

moo..

silence..

..

so then...

I remember thinking "this is a great time to open my new cellular phone and check for new messages, so i'll still be interacting and thus the awkwardness will bereduced"

and it works.

but i didn't have a cellular back THEN, did I?