Tuesday, November 16, 2004

on the fate of the kayack

my dad almost threw it out, but i saved it. worse comes to worse, we will give it a viking funeral next summer. but it's also priceless and should be preserved... it just won't live inside the lake house any more...

Yes, it should be persevered. As a testmeant to teenage alcoholism

but for the same reason it should fulfill its destiny as a symbol of fleeting, reckless youth by being burned in a blaze of glory, alcohol, and fireworks, and entombed at the bottom of the lake. or doused with beer, trampled by arron, and smashed onstage during a show.

Indeed. like a Lake-person ceremony. Put candles in it...we all kayak around it...then submerge it into the lake forever. Then chris falls off the canoe into the lake

maybe it'll be new year's, and we'll put it out on the ice and we'll light it and then sink into the hole, the grave, it melts/digs for itself with burning bacardi 151. as we salute it with whisky screams, our frosty breath sending smoke signals to potsam in the ionosphere...

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