• moved gate from C2 to C31 resulting in an extra 10 minute walk (not normally that bad, but my grandmother is 80)
• no one at counter when we got to gate C31
• Departure time kept suspiciously changing in 5 or 10 minute intervals on the boards, but still displayed "on time"
• person at gate C32 helped some of the people from our flight but only those who cut in line, no one else
• it took the woman who finally showed up 5 miuntes to issue one damn boarding pass
• flight attendent (air bitch) convinced she had a miricle way to fit more bags into an overhead bin that my dad could
• children to my front and rear (contemptuous spawns of satan himself) felt that if they moved their seats back and forth at high speeds it would somehow recline further
• After a beating from the front and rear, I decided to put my tray table down, put my pillow on it and go to sleep. I was awaken when the contemptuous spawn of satan himself in front of me leaned his seat as far back as it would go, and then procceded to jump against it, crushing my skull
• Air bitch bumped my grandmother's arm spilling orange juice all over her, and the first and only tihng she said was, "That wasn't my fault!"
• Three people were assigned seat 16A
• 7up can had no nutrition information, and it's can label design suggested it was from some time during the cold war.
• "chicken" tasted suspiciously like cat, small quantities of fur were quite disturbing
• I put all my garbage on my grandmother's tray and was about to stick my tray underneath her's to get it out of the way, when a nearby air bitch said, "that doesn't work for me, it creates too much of a hassle when I put them away."
• then the air bitch grabs the tray out of my hand, launching ice and the cold war dated 7up all over my lap and my oh-so-comfortable-to-begin-with blanket, no apology was issued
• then... ...she throws, that's right throws napkins at me and continues walking
• This is, and hoopefully forever will be, the most bumpy ride I have ever been on, and I have fallen down a mountain on an ATV as you remember.
• I am welcoming a crash at any time now
• The airphone cord isn't nearly long enough for me to choke myself
• Suddenly it smells like a skunk died in here, not just any skunk mind you, but one that is dead, lying in a pile of it's own vomit at the bottom of a new jersy sewer.

A building reaches up into the sky
hosting two large antenne upon it
from eachan intermitant utterance of red light
two pyres, pulsing, conversing, and connecting

their timing is slightly off
many occasions they glow descretely
the other answers back in return
they go on for several minutes

every so often they meet
syncronized perfectly in their exsistance
each moment they share their state of luminescence
these moments are what they live for
-RS

The wall turns to the ceiling and asks,
where is my textured paint?
why must I stay here,
uninspiring and plain,
and be forced to hold you up?

The ceiling turns back and replies,
I long for your orginization.
You are able to reach skyward
I am trapped in one horizontal plain
littered with rediculous plaster formations.

But, the wall continues, you are eligant
people do not mind staring at you.
every inch of you is different and unique
you reach from one end of me to the other
one chaotic artistic masterpiece

you fail to see your fortune my dear wall
you can indentify your problems easily
there are rules you can check yourself to
paintings, mirrors, and switches all have their places
I live life never knowing who I am.

I envy you, lucking ceiling, I wish I never knew who I was.
-RS