Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Thousand: Two
know by now, being familiar with the experience of humanity. A bug is a bug, or so they say. Once one was wonderful. Then one became wretched, and after looking the body over, one was amazed by the miracle of misery, what perfect drama it created, or if not perfect, then meticulously crafted. Someone is going to write your story up. I have a lead or two. I will get it out of my supernal box then swoop it over your nose—swoop swoop—while the angels of hootenany repose in their ordnance. I’m sorry I’m going to have to
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3 comments:
998000 words to go!
It's kind of relaxing, actually.
"The miracle of misery..."
"The angels of hootenany...."
Right on!
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