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August 29 2008
- boy: do i get a reward for being a studious boy?
- girl: is this reward for you to keep?
- boy: oh i get to keep it?
- girl: course. just because it's you.
- boy: ok then i'll send you racing through my vena cava. you know where that leads to, don't you?
how i de-stress from work:
- take the stationery from the office and marvel at how i can never get it for free outside.
- make cups of hot milo - not to drink - but to keep my palms warm
- listen to a song over and over for 30 minutes and move on to the next
- read bbc news
- check twitter
- talk on msn
- take pictures of clouds/sun/rain out my window
- write poems on post-its and paste it all over my office desk
and back to work and the list starts all over again. not necessarily in this order.
““It Doesn’t Always Work”
I knew a writer once
who always tried to tighten his lineslike he’d write
an old man in a green felt hat walked down the
street.change to:
old green man walked down street.change to:
green man walked.change to:
green walked.finally this writer said,
shit, I can’t fart,and he blew his brains
out.blew brains out.
blew brains.
blew.
”
— Charles Bukowski (via mezzoforte) (via jours)
