I was walking home in the rain the other day, and I saw this sad looking tree lying in a patch of grass. For some reason, I wanted it. I just wanted to take it home with me. I picked it up, balanced it on my shoulder and trekked home in the rain with the wet tree.
I put it out in the sun for a couple of days to dry it out. Now it's in my room. I have a fucking tree in my room. Her name is Sylvia.
2 comments:
you had me until you named it. i don't even name my instruments...too afraid that i'll meet someone of that name and won't want to touch the instrument again. Just wait until you meet a Sylvia who you can't stand. that tree'll be fucking firewood.
bonfire woOOOooOOO!
Installation art piece? Honestly when I just saw the flick without reading thats what I thought.
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