Betty wasn't satisfied with the way things were going with Johnny. She was sick of it all. So the next time she saw Johnny she gave him the good old how-to-what-not.
"Frankly Johnny, the wiener has gone out of your schnitzel" she said.
Johnny just stared at her with big, blank eyes.
"The sun has set on your Indian summer" she said. "Don't you get it? Your movie ticket has been ripped and your popcorn's been buttered."
Johnny's reply was substandard. He wrinkled his eyebrows a little and scratched his temple.
"Your court date has come and they are throwing the book at you" said Betty.
Then she picked up his hand and began eating his fingers. One by one she chewed them up. Johnny looked at her with his pinky in her mouth and eventually said "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
To which she replied "The way I look at it, you owe me something" before eating the rest of his body.
30 March 2005
winter night with the girls
we are all hip here
we're all alright
movies in english are not worth the time
and in this theater you can smoke and drink beer
if you want
thats just so hip man
thats so cool
every hipster in town is out here tonight
though its tuesday and freezing
but they are so cool
weekdays are just prisons man
and the cold means three pairs of tights and a knit hat
wear it sloppy like you made it so no one will know its from the gap
and the movie lets out
i can see the hip breaths
in the cold air
"coffee? another beer?"
but man i've got class
philosophy of civilizations
medieval italian
early african film
we're all so hip here
we're all alright
i'm dangling keys and
we're trying to use big words
to talk about the film thats
too cool to be american
our coats are long like our skirts and eyelashes
we eat each other like codeine.
we're all alright
movies in english are not worth the time
and in this theater you can smoke and drink beer
if you want
thats just so hip man
thats so cool
every hipster in town is out here tonight
though its tuesday and freezing
but they are so cool
weekdays are just prisons man
and the cold means three pairs of tights and a knit hat
wear it sloppy like you made it so no one will know its from the gap
and the movie lets out
i can see the hip breaths
in the cold air
"coffee? another beer?"
but man i've got class
philosophy of civilizations
medieval italian
early african film
we're all so hip here
we're all alright
i'm dangling keys and
we're trying to use big words
to talk about the film thats
too cool to be american
our coats are long like our skirts and eyelashes
we eat each other like codeine.
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poem
28 March 2005
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Well here I find myself again in the land of blogs. The last time I ventured into this sector of cyberspace not only was my passport stamped, it was stolen and used by a terrorist to smuggle cocaine and machine guns. And I lost all of my luggage. So this time I will be more careful.
It will all be a lot of nothing of consequence, really. I would be wise to be out in the sunshine instead. Oh would you look at that, it is in fact evening.
It will all be a lot of nothing of consequence, really. I would be wise to be out in the sunshine instead. Oh would you look at that, it is in fact evening.
Labels:
little note
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