Thursday, October 29, 2009
'Coyotes Kill Young Singer-Songwriter On Hike In Park'
Seriously. WTF! Now I know I won't be finishing my crappy novel today. She was probably thinking of lyrics to her new song about the great outdoors and how society is a prison...wishing she had a pen to write it all down and then WTF!
Now I'm all for irony. But this is just the world on a platter of cruelty.
being a very bad poet above all else, some very bad poetry came to mind when we all know I should be writing. Things like:
'and I thought the music industry would eat you alive'
or 'I took the road less traveled and that was probably a bad idea after all'
or 'The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy unless you run into coyotes.'
Sadly, there's more. But I should get back to my 'writing.'
Monday, October 19, 2009
Hirsute, my love won't matter
was the line I was thinking of. That was five hours of wasted time I'll never get back. After a vicodin and a call to the suicide hotline I realize of course love won't matter if it's hairy. What the hell is that and who would write such a thing? After the pills kicked in and 'Wanda' talked me out of blowing my brains out, I realized I may have actually meant 'forsooth' which makes a lot more sense. It may not mean alot to most people but that's what happens when you lay around naked with a pad of paper and a pen.