2002-01-09 »
once upon a time, there was a fuzzy bunny rabbit named booni who lived deep in the forest. booni liked to eat small shrubs (and sometimes berries) and spend his days hopping around the forest, making friends and playing and stopping only to rest in the occasional sunbeam. booni had a lot of friends.
booni liked to play tricks on his friends. one day, he hid in between several blades of tall grass in the middle of a wide open field. he hid and he hid, patiently and quietly, until his friend lilly the deer trotted along through the field to eat a snack. now, booni picked the yummiest patch of grass to hide out, so he knew it wouldn't be too long until lilly came along.
"mmm,"... more »
2002-06-18 »
once upon a time, she said, i would not be where i am, right now, right here, with all of you! we are all here: together! we're a community! i love all of you like i love my brother, my lover, myself. you and i, together, we are the grand experiment in love, togetherness, and hope. who are we? we are the children of the moon! so let us hold hands and dance together, as our ancestors did, under this canopy of stars and trees! free, open, together!
between each word, the circle of friends around the campfire would
hoot, hollar, yelp, and "right on!". the woman with the beaded hemp
necklace would clutch her offspring tighter to her breast, then nod
her head and grit her teeth... more »
2002-04-15 »
once upon a time, somewhere deep in an unnamed suburb, lived and died a small garden snail named snail.
perhaps if we were making a movie about our friend snail, it would begin with a crane shot, peering over trees and rooftops, eventually panning down into a paved driveway. opening credits would fade in as bold white letters, standing plainly against theme music composed by angelo badalamenti. there would be no narration. simply a gruesome display of an accident.
i read somewhere that stepping on a snail feels like a raw egg under
your shoe. crunchy and gooey. but it's much more unsettling than
that. the slick sticky mush of snail and slime cling to the bottom... more »
2002-04-15 »
once upon a time, on a farm deep in rural america, could have been oklahoma, or maybe even wisconsin - if it weren't for all the cows crowding up all the land - but most likely, deep in the heart of rural arkansas, lived a pig named piggu. piggu didn't give half a damn where he was in the united states of america. piggu could have been anywhere for all he knew, because, after all, when you spend all your days sloshing around in a pit of mud behind a fence and eating all the sloppy corn and grits you could ever want, it sure doesn't matter what your area code is, now does it.
piggu was the happiest, most prized pig south of the mason-dixon
line - almost show quality if he... more »
