Monday, February 13, 2006
Confine Thyself to Silent Prayer
Smile on me, oh God of Deadlines. I promise I will never procrastinate again. I will schedule and I will plan. I will buy a mini-organizer with funky page dividers and memo pages. With hologram cover and calendar. With currency conversion rate and world-time zones and world census statistics from 1980.
And I will sacrifice two juicy kittens who are currently over-running my house like little rats. I know they are not righfully mine, but the neighbor already has 30 of them and she will not miss two.
Oh man I am so key-ed up on coffee and cigarettes. Die all you fucking artists. Oh wait I am one of them. How'd you like to use a sewing machine, huh? HUH? HUH? Yes you could write your artist statement with it. That will impress them willy nilly. Oh yes, darling, I think you're the bee-knees too. THE BEES' KNEES, I tell you!
The bees' knees. *Weep*
And I will sacrifice two juicy kittens who are currently over-running my house like little rats. I know they are not righfully mine, but the neighbor already has 30 of them and she will not miss two.
Oh man I am so key-ed up on coffee and cigarettes. Die all you fucking artists. Oh wait I am one of them. How'd you like to use a sewing machine, huh? HUH? HUH? Yes you could write your artist statement with it. That will impress them willy nilly. Oh yes, darling, I think you're the bee-knees too. THE BEES' KNEES, I tell you!
The bees' knees. *Weep*
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