The Airportline: Observations

I have poster over my bed containing a rooster on fire, dressed in a Priest outfit. Sometimes I dream that he will have made me an egg when I wake up. But all I see when I wake up are dark gray clouds in the distance moving closing by every hour. Ok, that last part was from the Death Cab For Cutie song Tiny Vessles, a truly beautiful piece of music for those of you that are not familiar with this page 1 paragraph 1 indie band from Seattle. So far the rooster stays motionless on my wall, as he stares at me with his ignorant eyes, as if he is unaware of himself being on fire, and the inappropriate clothes he is wearing for this occasion.