hi. im sorry i have been a dick and not answering the phone. or my email. or the bank over draft notices. or the doctors orders to take two prednisone. or the copper who tried to take me down last night. hey want to know dead sexy? rash ridden reddish rinkled bonks on ghoulishly waif twig arm legs adorned with skin that is oh so chocolate just KISSED by sweet ivy oil. see my life took over for the last ten days and i was a passerby. want to meet me again? maybe. maybe. maybe.
this summer will start tomorrow. i will turn on the song mash down babylon which is by the slackers. i will paint the house. i will mop the house. i will try out citadelle. i will wipe the sweat from my brow. i might mow the lawn. the cat will be alarmed at my jubilance. so will the postman. and the ghana ambassador. can you blame him?
hi mom. today is mothers day and that means nothing. you win pretty much every day of the year to me and so today should just be you indulging other moms who are fractionally cool and need a special day to know they are special. let me enumerate to illustrate: i had back spasms while mowing the yard once and you dragged me 45 yards to the house. two letter words are now a priority when i play scrabble. the parrot talks in your voice. the parrot talks in your voice. the parrot oops. you never sleep. its amazing. you run on five hours of gas then work the day. well the rug is the nicest part of the room now. i never have holes in my pant pockets. i still cant sew either. i try to be a vegetarian pretty much all of the time. (im a failure so far but i move closer and closer every day) happy mothers day. (every day of the year).
if i didnt make it clear before, sorry i missed you at sxsw i only now realize you were the only band i might have liked as much as the gossip. perhaps ill make amends one day.
they happen to everythings. computers volcanoes the t-1000 people. sometimes in tandem.
i think that i despise learning in classrooms. job environments are far better. direct interaction, immediate feedback, specific tasks. soon i will be back in the job environment. that is where i will thrive again. currently i am languishing in the sheer hell of being surrounded by young people in big classes. its like being in the cafetaria dream when you are wearing your duran duran t-shirt and nothing else and you are in the line to get food and everybody sees you. wait a second. oh shit.
Shirley, it’s quite exciting to be sleeping here in this new room Shirley, you’re my reason to get out of bed before noon Shirley, you know when we sat out on the fire escape talking Shirley, what did you say about running before we were walking Sometimes when we’re as close as this It’s like we’re in a dream How can you lie there and think of England When you don’t even know who’s in the team Shirley, your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle Shirley, we are joined in the ideological cuddle I’m celebrating my love for you With a pint of beer and a new tattoo And if you haven’t noticed yet I’m more impressionable when my cement is wet Politics and pregnancy Are debated as we empty our glasses And how I love those evening classes Shirley, you really know how to make a young man angry Shirley, can we get through the night without mentioning family The people from your church agree It’s not much of a career Trying the handles of parked cars Whoops, there goes another year Whoops, there goes another pint of beer Here we are in our summer years Living on icecream and chocolate kisses Would the leaves fall from the trees If I was your old man and you were my missus Shirley, give my greetings to the new brunette
forgo. it can be spelled, with OR without an E at the end. see the plasticity? see it? SEE IT?
Monthly Archives: May 2006