pear rot

i just used the soap in the bathroom downstairs (someone was in the middle of a monster dump in mine). in the soft soap dispenser was a plastic parrot, attached to the plastic pump.

a dialogue:

- wouldn't it be crazy if when we talked words came out of our mouths? we'd be sitting on piles of words.

- we kinda are.

this was followed by a reflection of how poetic that exchange was. which started a conversation about dawson's creek.