Her Galactic Boudoir, his make-work

YESTERDAY; You could say it was a nice fit. I foamed at the mouth, ears cropped. Looky-looky now in Felix's bag. A stethoscope, and toon bandaids. A sticky note: Don't forget to rent Mr. Frost with Jeff Goldbloomenstein. TODAY; Grocery bags sticking out of drawers. I hate those cluttering see through things. They're every where, but there's no food. Just paper and plastic bags wedged between the side of my fridge and an ugly paint chipped wall that I share with an idea. TOMORROW; A pathetic shape, and complex notion. You are so brave, and sure of something. How about taking a look in my telescope. That's right you son of a bitch. I've found it and named it properly. "The cracked fish and loaf." Something for us to remember. Together.