A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- skin the sun, fall asleep herculean effort not to just get up from behind this desk and not from any job stress but from some untenable restlessness just go outside and walk, walk until my legs began to ache and could no longer bear to carry me in whatever direction i headed. to head down toward the single-point perspective drawing that is the horizon and keep on going to see if i could reach the vanishing point spent a brief period of time with a customer whose manner was such that i didn't know whom i wanted to lobotomize with a dull spoon more, him or me....hmmm, half-melted plastic spork....yeah... i felt like a coelecanth today, pronounced extinct until its accidental discovery handled the jobs that came my way today with my usual calm demeanor and professional aplomb winning the praises of the powers that be for it, holding in the fact that i felt like a big swirling tornado of weird benath the surface of my skin now that the big task is essentially over i should tidy up my desk back to the point it was before that all started, it looks like shit and it's a wonder no one has complained 5:33 p.m. - 2003-01-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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