Forever Young and Always Getting Older
Comfort as a concept is ideal. The idea of being at ease in a place of rest, like laying in a bed for hours upon hours soaking up the sweet dreams and memories that cascade phantasmically over one's closed eyelids.
I am learning that even sacred comfort has it's own pitfalls. I am sick with strep throat, too worn for poetics, and too worn of my now fever-sweat saturated bed. I have a Professor who could give a rats ass about my health. She would rather look good for parents day by having all of her psuedo highschool marrionettes in a nice tidy row reciting today's divine mandate of a assignment. Your paper is going to be a day late because of Strep? Well you don't need your throat to write, do you?
Lady! I could write you a sonnet with my tongue as a scroll and puss as the typeface. You swollen, pretentious bitch!
Enough! Yelling will get no one anywhere. Or will it get any one nowhere? At any rate, for the hours I have spent in bed have been less than productive. With change-overs on the weekend horizon I better pull my throat out of my ass and quick. And I still have two fucking years till I'm 21.
PS. Yes, I'm having a nic-fit. Fucking strep.
I am learning that even sacred comfort has it's own pitfalls. I am sick with strep throat, too worn for poetics, and too worn of my now fever-sweat saturated bed. I have a Professor who could give a rats ass about my health. She would rather look good for parents day by having all of her psuedo highschool marrionettes in a nice tidy row reciting today's divine mandate of a assignment. Your paper is going to be a day late because of Strep? Well you don't need your throat to write, do you?
Lady! I could write you a sonnet with my tongue as a scroll and puss as the typeface. You swollen, pretentious bitch!
Enough! Yelling will get no one anywhere. Or will it get any one nowhere? At any rate, for the hours I have spent in bed have been less than productive. With change-overs on the weekend horizon I better pull my throat out of my ass and quick. And I still have two fucking years till I'm 21.
PS. Yes, I'm having a nic-fit. Fucking strep.