It’s like you know
5th March 2009Do you know what it’s like? It’s like playing Eskimo Bears with a person who doesn’t like hatchets. You know? Infuriating. You’re trying to offer them your backside and they’re pretending your face is minuscule.
I felt like playing with words this morning so I picked up Toxicity and Desiccant and Honey and we rode out into the open sore of my enemy’s boil-ridden pussy that bitch. I said, Toxicity you go first. We vacillated for a while unable to decide whether I should hang the hammer or the hook or dart upon the shore or what, you know? In the end we drove out to the lake and had a picnic. It was fun. You should totally come next time.
From within
From without
Many instances
Will be in doubt
From within, from without, many instances will be in doubt.
from within from without many instances will be in doubt
from within from without
many instances will be in doubt
5th March 2009 at 6:37 pm
I know I’m hampered by my infuriating need to look for meaning in everything and there are times I read pieces like this and I wonder where the hell is Ani’s head at and then I read it again and then I think I really don’t think I want to know where Ani’s head is at.
5th March 2009 at 8:48 pm
[I do.]
Ahem.
I think I am going to be repeating that “From within, from without …” line again and again, as something of a little mantra.
6th March 2009 at 12:51 am
‘In the end we drove out to the lake and had a picnic. It was fun.’
^ this made me laugh.
‘and we rode out into the open sore of my enemy’s boil-ridden pussy that bitch.’
^ this made me concerned about the condition of your voodoo doll.
6th March 2009 at 3:05 am
I love you. And if I didn’t have 99 kids and 22 baby mommas I would take the train to your house and suck your toes.
6th March 2009 at 11:31 am
Jim: I’d say go with your instincts, Jim. You really do not want to know more about my head than you already do. I’ll throw you a bone, though: it’s about frustration. Any and all kinds of it. You guessed that much, no?
AUW: Damn, if I had known that I’d have charged per use.
Roberta: I promise you I am the least vindictive person, ever. [That was not meant to sound vaguely threatening.]
Wow: It’s just my luck really. I am always late for the party. (Also this comment just earned itself a spot on the Love page.)
6th March 2009 at 10:13 pm
I should really break my habit of reading your posts, thinking “Fuck, that was good… but what do I say?” and then clicking on to something else.
So here we go.
7th March 2009 at 8:41 am
Hg, I’m really happy / amazed / mortified / thankful that you still read. From you that means something. Thanks for wanting to tell me.