The butterfly sailed on the breeze
Past a field of barbed wire trees
Where golden dragons chased around
Pampered poppies on the ground

Two silver trout sat way on high
And watched a royal samurai
Plant two black orchids in a box
And strap it to a laughing fox

A minstrel bought a crooked spoon
He gave it to a blue baboon
Who filled it full of virgin snow
And watched it in the afterglow

Fat toad stood in his ballet shoes
Teaching sixteen kangaroos
How to skip across a lake
They found it hard to stay awake

A pharaoh played a merry tune
And watched nine cats dance on the moon
I didn't know what all this meant
I didn't know why I'd been sent.

I threw 5 clocks down on my bed
The chimes danced out on golden threads
And turned to footprints on my wall
Sequined tears began to fall

-porcupine tree

happy birthday to me.

"Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today."
-Mark Twain

Jean-Dominique Bauby, a French editor, suffered a massive stroke at the age of 43 and woke up in a condition called locked-in syndrome. his mind functioned perfectly, yet his entire body was paralyzed aside from his left eye. a transcriber recited the french alphabet in order of frequency over and over again, and he blinked when she said the right letter.

in this manner he wrote an entire book, "Le Scaphandre et Le Papillon" (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly). 200,000 blinks.

He died of pneumonia 10 days after it's publication in 1997.

dylan and i stayed up til about two watching a ninja warrior marathon...only two guys have ever finished the course. it's insane. went to his mom's house in austin and learned how to saddle up a horse, woohoo. i feel like a real texan now- racing is great fun.

people need to stop leaving animal carcasses where other people run...at least it wasn't headless this time.