2 minutes and 31 seconds and counting and crying
Sometimes you encounter something so good and did I mention so good that you didn’t realize you had a hole in your soul that this good thing patched up, but in the end you have to let it walk on by, so to speak, even though it would have made your life perfect and effortless and from this day hence 10:17:26 pm will always cause a little tear to trickle down your cheek and if people around you are puzzled by your morbid turn of mind, just tell them, “You wouldn’t understand.”
It is just too big. (Shh. Now is not the time.) But can’t you see it in my living room, with a vase of black tulips and maybe GoodFellas playing in the background? Even though I hate flowers. I would have changed for you, table. I would have done anything.
If it goes for $50 my screams shall rend the sky.
UPDATE: $78 makes my marrow dry up. $78 is a terrible trick, like when Peewee went to the fortune teller and she told him to go to the basement. Like, what? It does not compute. I can’t feature it, and etc. Also: did I mention I have tuberculosis of the lung? I do, so pity me even more. There will never ever ever be another table like you again, table! No matter what my therapist says!
2 Responses to “2 minutes and 31 seconds and counting and crying”
1 Pistol Whip 6 December 2007 @ 2:23 am
2 Left Hook 6 December 2007 @ 2:19 pm
How did you do that?
YOU ARE MAGICK.
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