pinocchio_for_president crOwl i love to just look at you watch you be alive your happiness is the morning sun when it is still cool, but promises warmth and growth and beauty your name on my fone screen is instant adventure today you called me and said our oldest daughter made a politcal flyer portraying her ambiguity about voting, and with friends plastered them all over her town. "HAVING TROUBLE DECIDING IN 04?" it reads, "WHICH LYING CHILD CAN YOU TRUST?" there's pictures she drew of an elefant juggling and a donkey with a rose in its mouth. in the middle is the infamous wooden puppet hanging by his strings with his long nose and his hand over his heart. a dove with an american flag flies over him. "VOTE PINOCCHIO," it continues, "YOU KNOW WHEN HE'S LYING AND ONE DAY HE'LL BE A REAL MAN." 040901 ... aM i DiStUrBeD? *picks up flyer* *laughs* *now supports Pinocchio and his quest for the title of "Mr President* 040902 ... crOwl thanks for supporting this project. bethany put 2oo flyers in her small western pennsylvania town of greensburg. at private colleges and coffee shoppes. i hung two at strategic stop signs. if anyone wants flyers, let me know. 040902 ... crOwl the political activist two couples of old people stopped by the stop sign and i heard them talking about the candidates and why it was so hard to choose. 040903 ... crOwl we saw one of her posters taped upon a lightpost at the university of pittsburgh in the small town known as oakland. we called her on our way to the new mac store in shadyside. she said she and kirby handed out 2oo to students and pedestrians. later we went to the squirrel hill theatre and saw 'mean creek'. great movie. 040905 ... misstree monseiur crOwl, that's bloody brilliant. pass on my compliments, and do you have a file you can send so's i can print some out? misstree at chaosmagic dot com should (usually) work. 041010 ... crOwl thank you, misstree. it's good to hear from you again. next time i talk to beth i'll ask her if she can help me send it on to you. 041011 what's it to you? who go blather from