cherish the zombie years
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2009.07.31
A friend, reading the blow-by-blow on these, our "zombie" years.
"Careful, because once you get through the zombie stage
(depending on the kid) you may find you miss it.
Here's a bit of poetry my son was singing the other day at breakfast.
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's in my penis
It's right
and it's bad
it's not a merry go around
around
around
not a word was touched - this is verbatim, I swear. [Leonard] Cohen eat your heart out."