"Yah, Witticism"
Some little boys outside are screaming like blasted horrors. Well, I wouldn't call it screaming. More like the sound one would make if one were being slowly stabbed in the stomach by a somewhat formidable knife. It's dark, and they'll lose themselves soon, and all will be right with the world. Oh, I don't hate the vermin. But they are vermin. If vermin could make noises in such a way.
I'm becoming a bum, surely, and that's just fine. I think I have a grape juice mustache. I've been gulping down grape drink like it's my holy duty all day. And eating, anything that isn't nailed down. Not ferocious overindulgence, mind you. Taking some of this, picking at some of that, maybe I'll make some of this stuff. Tis the season for gluttony. I'll have no part of this sensibility when it comes to such blasphemy to human tastes as sparing yourself from the dangers of so-called needless calories. At least, not now. Screw it all. Obesity epidemic indeed. Come now, Americans, unite and have just a slice of this chocolate swirl cheesecake, loaded with god knows what and purchased from the local grocery. Fully satiated, sit with contentment.
It's the first day of Winter and it smells like it outside. I swear, yesterday or the day before it smelled a bit Springish, as some of the snow was melting. I have a mind to grab a pair of skates from somewhere and pretend to be an ice princess. I say the best thing to do, though, would be to find an open field somewhere, lay down in the snow, play Barber's "Adagio for Strings" very loudly and WALLOW IN EXISTENTIALIST MEANINGLESSNESS!!! Ha!
I've ordered Brassai's Paris by Night!!! Yess!!!
I'm becoming a bum, surely, and that's just fine. I think I have a grape juice mustache. I've been gulping down grape drink like it's my holy duty all day. And eating, anything that isn't nailed down. Not ferocious overindulgence, mind you. Taking some of this, picking at some of that, maybe I'll make some of this stuff. Tis the season for gluttony. I'll have no part of this sensibility when it comes to such blasphemy to human tastes as sparing yourself from the dangers of so-called needless calories. At least, not now. Screw it all. Obesity epidemic indeed. Come now, Americans, unite and have just a slice of this chocolate swirl cheesecake, loaded with god knows what and purchased from the local grocery. Fully satiated, sit with contentment.
It's the first day of Winter and it smells like it outside. I swear, yesterday or the day before it smelled a bit Springish, as some of the snow was melting. I have a mind to grab a pair of skates from somewhere and pretend to be an ice princess. I say the best thing to do, though, would be to find an open field somewhere, lay down in the snow, play Barber's "Adagio for Strings" very loudly and WALLOW IN EXISTENTIALIST MEANINGLESSNESS!!! Ha!
I've ordered Brassai's Paris by Night!!! Yess!!!