|More of an homage to dyslexia than a name, really, but hey . . .
||[Oct. 20th, 2013|12:02 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
I’ve worked on it some, laid eggs in it so to speak.
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Since then I’ve realized that homelessness is just another job.
. . .Working with you all has been very. . . how do you say? . . . instructive. As I venture forth I will carry with me into oblivion all that I have learned working in Corporate America.As a participant here today it is my duty to say words. These are the words that I have said. Judge me not by them nor them by me, just know that they were said. I take with me into Nothingness your nothingness as well as my own. Amen.
. . .Wax coagulants are very fashionable just now.
. . .“Did you see ‘My Cousin Vinnie?’ Marissa Tomei was an unmitigated hoot in that!”That’s what I want to be when I grow up! An unmitigated hoot!
. . .Featuring Todagrossa Vanderphwinc as Pope Spacious X.
. . .I’ll be the first to admit that I am very probably the worst secretary in all of the Workplace of the Day After Tomorrow, but I do endeavor to persevere. That’s what I have over your average suicide bomber—I do keep trying.
. . .A hair shirtAnd legumes for dessertWho could ask for anything more?Hook from the theme song from my upcoming Mary Poppins-style music-palooza, performed for the sound track by Dire Desire and the Unholy Need.
. . .But that’s OK. Soon you’ll croak and you won’t have to believe anything anymore; it will all be believed for you. It’s like pre-chewing food for a baby; everything a dead person is required to believe is pre-believed for them. If you don’t believe me, ask a Mormon, or a Great White Buffalo or whatever you have there where you live.