From becoms form and my form becoms forgotten as I spew screeds onto the screen. Back stiff, fingers numb, bum solidifies.... what the hell?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Weeds from the Popes Garden
got this from the eggs benedict site - delightful! delightful!
Sadly the swarming morass of hypocritical humbug has left my throat in a pus-filled sore, red swollen hell and I've been confined to the mayhem cave all week.
Extreme grumpiness ensues
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
You so reliably capture the feel of the times, best, Carolyn
How do you convey emotion, frenzy, stupidity overtiredness on a goddamm preformatted preset fixed font frame? Partly its paranoia - so my words don't get cut and pasted in some morons bloody plagiarised essay, or some clever dicks plagiarsied bloody thesis, but mostly - I wnat you to stumble and trip and slide through my slurring, slipping, striding, screaming missives, as I type them. Life is always more interesting in the cracks between stuff.
2 comments:
You so reliably capture the feel of the times,
best, Carolyn
Thanks very much, I'm so happy to see the work here!
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