10.12.2003

while i was gently irrigating my lower sockets last, did i stumble upon my last-nights curiosity. soft white particles pertaining to the sourdough loaf floated from the bloodless sockets. this was my time for lost motivation. i wonder how many years it might take the average goose to wing-propel to the surfaces of the moon. isn't there some sort of feather deflector for protection during the atmospheric boom speed? and incase he did make it, what might it hunt? where might it hide?