Random Pattern Weekly 11/27/2007: The Waxing Poetic Edition
In the Meantime
In the meantime I’ll wile away the hours of my life with my son. Watching the TV out of one corner of my eye and counting down the hours until I need to get on my laptop. I’ll pour myself a
shot of Jack and a splash of coke to relax. Maybe I’ll roll a joint and lounge back.
Because in the meantime I’m still thinking about work. I’ve gotten to that craptacular place in my career where there is no looking forward and no looking back. What I’m really looking forward to though is two months from now. Man my numbers will turn around by then. In a couple of months my numbers will be rock solid and I won’t have to worry anymore. Unless they come out with new numbers.
But in the meantime, my son is getting older and poking me under the armpit to get me to giggle.
Because in the meantime I’m still thinking about work. I’ve gotten to that craptacular place in my career where there is no looking forward and no looking back. What I’m really looking forward to though is two months from now. Man my numbers will turn around by then. In a couple of months my numbers will be rock solid and I won’t have to worry anymore. Unless they come out with new numbers.
But in the meantime, my son is getting older and poking me under the armpit to get me to giggle.
He’s forcing my shirt up so he can rape my belly button with his little finger. We all fall out laughing, because that’s what it is all about. And my wife. She patiently waits for me to finish
working, but we’ve got bills to pay and dreams to fund.
But in the meantime, I’ve got to get those friggin’ numbers up. Lord knows they’re not moving themselves. Two more locations in my area. With nimrods and dipshits to train. Why not, because
But in the meantime, I’ve got to get those friggin’ numbers up. Lord knows they’re not moving themselves. Two more locations in my area. With nimrods and dipshits to train. Why not, because
that’s what I love to do. I’m not in the hot sun digging a ditch, but I find myself eyeing the highway road workers. They smile and laugh even though it’s 112 degrees out. Somehow they’ve got more freedom than me.
Because in the meantime, I walk past my son as quietly as I can when I get home. I’ve got my laptop and it wouldn’t do to have him hear me. He screams when I walk past and I’ve got at least
Because in the meantime, I walk past my son as quietly as I can when I get home. I’ve got my laptop and it wouldn’t do to have him hear me. He screams when I walk past and I’ve got at least
another two hours of work to do. Damn those numbers coming out every week. I’d be better off playing the lottery, but those numbers aren’t moving themselves. I put my head in my hands and try to devise a strategy and all I get are sweaty palms.
But in the meantime, my son goes to bed and I’m looking at a picture of him on my computer. It’s a slideshow so I see his pictures from birth until today and I think that he is so cute. But I’m headed for divorce.
Because in the meantime, those dreams aren’t funding themselves and there is only so long that you can sleep next to someone without them feeling like you talk to them. But I do talk. I talk all day at work, until my head hurts. I come home and talk. We talk about work or our favorite television shows. And we watch our favorite television shows. Even though I hate the TV. Especially the commercials. My head is made more useless by watching and yet that is our time.
But in the meantime, my son goes to bed and I’m looking at a picture of him on my computer. It’s a slideshow so I see his pictures from birth until today and I think that he is so cute. But I’m headed for divorce.
Because in the meantime, those dreams aren’t funding themselves and there is only so long that you can sleep next to someone without them feeling like you talk to them. But I do talk. I talk all day at work, until my head hurts. I come home and talk. We talk about work or our favorite television shows. And we watch our favorite television shows. Even though I hate the TV. Especially the commercials. My head is made more useless by watching and yet that is our time.
And yet that isn’t our time.
Because in the meantime, we’re getting older and nothing is getting easier. In the meantime we run toward the eternal march wishing away the days until we can be together and when is that? When will we be together and how many days will we wish away?
But in the meantime, those numbers aren’t going to move themselves.
Critics
Innovation demands
Begs, pleads and whines
To break ground
Shatter the Earth
A third orgasm in a row leading to the fourth.
Begs, pleads and whines
To break ground
Shatter the Earth
A third orgasm in a row leading to the fourth.
Find a new medium
Work with what hasn’t been before
Work with what hasn’t been right before
Vulgarity, bad language, improper syntax
Lead a full scale assault on the senses
Then move on to the mind
Even profanity may lead to profundity
Lead a full scale assault on the senses
Then move on to the mind
Even profanity may lead to profundity
Desensitize by writing fuck
More than seems possible in a few lines
Then write it a couple more times
Start with the taboo and make a statement
Push lawlessness with public displays of vulgarity
Eventually we will no longer have taboos
To hang our hats on
Could a glass of piss be a work of art?
What if the glass came from Red Lobster?
If Elle MacPherson were made of shit and I made her
Would you still want her?
Even if she had implants?
If an architect built a dream home of dead carcasses
Would you call it home?
What if there was a pool and a fireplace?
Make something from nothing
Then find your critics
When starting with shit does the consistency matter?
Can profanity unleash profundity?
If you start with a warm pile of shit,
Is it just cold when you finish?
Love
Love!
That’s right, I’m talking a four letter word,
Synonymous with fuck.
A feeling balanced by hate.
That’s right, I’m talking a four letter word,
Synonymous with fuck.
A feeling balanced by hate.
I loved beating his ass.
I love chocolate.
Oh I love his way with words.
I love chocolate.
Oh I love his way with words.
Have you ever loved taking a dump?
Love the release?
The cool splash on your ass?
Love the release?
The cool splash on your ass?
I love you!
Let’s fuck!
Love and fuck
Fucking love
Love!
Let’s fuck!
Love and fuck
Fucking love
Love!
She loves the mailman.
The one with the hairy ass?
Sure why not?
Fuck him
Love him
Fucking love him
Love!
The one with the hairy ass?
Sure why not?
Fuck him
Love him
Fucking love him
Love!
Get a grip.
On what?
My dick.
What’s its name?
Bruno
Bruno Love
Love Bruno
Fuck Bruno
Love fuck Bruno
Love!
On what?
My dick.
What’s its name?
Bruno
Bruno Love
Love Bruno
Fuck Bruno
Love fuck Bruno
Love!
What’s it all mean?
It’s all about love.
It’s all about love.
Fucking love
Loving fuck
Fuck love
Loving fuck
Fuck love
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