I see the young lass in my rearview mirror
licking her chops. She cant stop. She's unaware
she's even licking them. Her tongue's a lizard
testing out the windchill factor, going back inside
only to stick it's head out again and make sure the reading it got was right.
Cant be.
Yep, is.
Naaaa, cant be that cold.
Yep is.
What?
Really?
Yep...Is
No way!
Yep. 'Tis
She reaches into her backpack and pulls out mittens.
Not fingerless gloves. Fully hand sewn mittens. Not even
with finger shapes. Hand socks.
Light goes green. I drive off and hit DUAL on the
heater. In the mirror I see her in her Katmandu get-up
and that little lizard still checking the temperature.
Holy shit. This is cold.
About Me
- smiley mcslidey
- smiley mcslidey is Isaw Isonn and Bombed Village. Two down and out pesky varmints who value simplicity over complexity, emptiness over that which is full, broken things over those which work and raw materials over those that have been polished. This blog has been started out of pure desperation, the need to be heard even if it is only by ourselves and the search for those who share the same values. Desperation does funny things to people. We are both musicians who thought we'd be famous by now. We thought the world world have caught on. But it hasn't. This blog to begin with will mostly be occupied by complaints and 'what about me?' posts and the occasional link to things we like. We encourage you to contact us at smileymcslidey@gmail.com and tell us your stories of frustration, let down's, couldabeens and if only's.We'll post them! At the very least it will make smiley mcslidey feel better. Perhaps if we complain loudly enough the god's will heed our calls and give us what we want. If that's the case then we look forward to all our projects, smiley mcslidey included, becoming something more than an act of desperation. Oh optimism...why do you taunt us so?
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