when things fall down

when things fall down and crack and break and loud loud loud the ear in my head says ok
so if it does not then the ear is unhappy but if it does then mom is unhappy and loud and
ear is also unhappy. that is why i wait until i am alone to break the things. all the things that make the best noises.
a list of things that make nice noises:
when they break:
coffee mugs ( nice noise)
glasses (very nice noise)
mouse pad (not as nice noise)
pencils (only when you break them, to)
cameras (nice noise, bad after math)

here is a list of things that make bad noises when they break:
my teeth

luckily i do not have to worry about hearing that again for awhile
mom said i have to write at least so many words so here is another poem:

i am landy
landy lives near the ocean
so so do i
landy lives in a house
so so do i
landy licks the light
so so must i
the light tastes like sour, like dirt, like sweet, like salt, like dead flies
so i must taste it
and so must landy
cause hes all i have
and im all hes got
its just us and the light

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well mom and dad said i'd better get to work if i want to keep living in their house, or part of their house or whatever if you want to call it that. mom and dad said this was a famly project and that since i was born into the family that i might as well make myself useful and tell peopel like ant clare and uncle jim and grandma and granpa. but not to wory about grateant rosemary cuz she's a traitor to the united states of america when she moved to another country and married that tall slovakian fellow. that's what dad always sez anyhow. i never saw an slovakian so idon't see the harm in them so long as they stay off the lawn.

mom says to be sure and say hello to everyone in ohio and to say that if i'm very good then maybe we can comevisit them in the summer months but only if im good and dont bite anyone anymore. or gum them. now she says gum them. i'm not even allowed to have gum anymore cuz of the dolphin thing so whatever. yeah. so when mom makes the blog she's usually crying and when dad makes his blogs he usually shouts all the time. i mostly sit outside and rite into my notebook and when they are done with the computer i get to copy from my notebook. here is a poem:

in the nightingale's throat there rests a bee
and in this bee you will find me
small and smiling
but no more
sting
but it's ok
it's ok it's ok
it's ok it's ok it's ok
if i had teeth i'd eat the world
and everyone would yell at me

advice of the day: just because a pole looks like god, doesn't mean it deserves to be treated like him