girl friday (we hope.)
it’s amazing how focused one can be on something.
wish i had this level of concentration during art history classes.
tonight testing out Jake’s (Naked Cyclist on Flickr) apparently no-fail recipe for ‘labour-triggering ricotta and spinach tortellini’. worked both times for his wife (she was sat in a puddle after, on both occasions!).
here’s a quality verse i penned during a brief moment of clarity and genius several years ago (blog-filler):
my feet really smell
not like flowers
not like a burnt cake
like dog shit that has manifested
into mutancy
capable of wiping out the
entire human race
i like the thought of being that powerful
my wit astounds me at times.
move over Poe.
x.
you really are pretty weird … funny…. but weird… hope it works for you babe!!
thanks, Greer (i think).
i was going through an old, old journal and came across it. no doubt i was feeling particularly sad about the world that day… but it was all tongue-in-cheek; my feet actually smell quite sweet (peep peep).
wish you were online (not that i know how to use chat, anyway, mind you)… need some advice!
hope you’re well.
x.