I'm slowly running out of vigor. I have no choice. I like it on all of my salads, and I have no money left. My tutors think that I have bad breath, mostly, and when I inform them about my vigor problem, they say "Go to London! Fill up on portrait-wood. Scott, vigor is not the only thing that tastes good on salads." But I'm a habitual stubborn piece of cocktail, and besides I'm allergic to free museums.
I have a breakfast plum every morning now. I know nothing about the plum.
It is amazing that two months have not changed me at all.
Monday, 27 October 2008
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Noodles
Dedication #1: Nicholas gets the spoils of my most recent foray into Mozambique's heavily guarded secret, "Cave of the punished Masses."
Dedication #2: Dennis can have my coins when I pull them from between my vertebrae.
Dedication #3: Mama can take all of my bottles and weld them down to make herself glass slippers.
Dedication #4: I will bring Kraig every vegetable leftover.
Dedication #5: Laura can have my thin jacket.
Dedication #6: I will bring Michael from San Francisco home for Aaron.
7-Ryan gets the pills I spilled, but rescued, from the sink.
8-Dennis gets my striped towell.
9-Tina can have whole leeks wrapped in vegetarian approved cheese.
10-T-bird can pick me up from the airport.
Dedication #2: Dennis can have my coins when I pull them from between my vertebrae.
Dedication #3: Mama can take all of my bottles and weld them down to make herself glass slippers.
Dedication #4: I will bring Kraig every vegetable leftover.
Dedication #5: Laura can have my thin jacket.
Dedication #6: I will bring Michael from San Francisco home for Aaron.
7-Ryan gets the pills I spilled, but rescued, from the sink.
8-Dennis gets my striped towell.
9-Tina can have whole leeks wrapped in vegetarian approved cheese.
10-T-bird can pick me up from the airport.
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