Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: June 2006

June 30, 2006: Wrong keyboard combination: the windows behave incorrectly.
June 29, 2006: How old are you now?
June 28, 2006: Every single one of them...
June 27, 2006: Who's the flabby, gray-haired guy in the mirror?
June 26, 2006: Kittens in a cardboard box, piled in layers.
June 25, 2006: Aging, gray, scraggle-haired, potbelly soft.
June 24, 2006: Inside the cage the chicken's body has decayed...
June 23, 2006: Sad, that she recoils...
June 22, 2006: You left peas and corn on the countertop.
June 21, 2006: Birthday party.
June 20, 2006: You're not a wolf, you're a Doberman...
June 19, 2006: Brown eyes.
June 18, 2006: To have had someone with you in the piece.
June 17, 2006: Sacagawea myth.
June 16, 2006: They were likable at sixteen.
June 15, 2006: Go the fuck away.
June 14, 2006: What is your contribution to this life?
June 13, 2006: What's your purpose in this world?
June 12, 2006: Midday, Monday.
June 11, 2006: Stuck. Not trying.
June 10, 2006: Drives past the apartment searching intently:
June 9, 2006: The chorus of dogs.
June 8, 2006: Pushing a heavy, potted plant laboriously down the brownstone stairs.
June 7, 2006: Haven't been inside your dorm room for some time.
June 6, 2006: Immediately they've gone, wash everything...
June 5, 2006: Idealist historiography.
June 4, 2006: Bumper sticker, rear window, blue Bronco...
June 3, 2006: "All he ever drinks is decaffeinated Diet Coke."
June 2, 2006: Helpless.
June 1, 2006: Elitist, pedantic snob.