07.22.05

Strange thoughts whilst collating:

Is everything in order? Yes. Good. Okay. Here we go. This one, this one, that one, those three, la dee dee, put it on the rack. This, this, this, that, rack. This, this, this, that, rack. This this this that rack. Thisthisthisthatrack. Thisthisthisthatrack.
Thisthisthisthatrack. Oh shit. Grabbed too many from that stack. Okay. Thisthisthisthatrack.Thisthisthisthatrack.Thisthisthisthatrack.Thisthisthisthatrack.Thisthisthisthatrack.

Hmm. I wonder what could be mangled to rhyme with orange. Sporran. Aren't-cha. Borage. La la la. What if there was a massive time explosion and people were being sent all over the space/time continuum? Maybe I'll cook the chicken up tonight. Hmm. Got mushrooms and zucchini for veggies. There's ice cream in the freezer. Better buy some LactAid on the way to the house tonight. What was that? Oh. Moving furniture out to the loading dock. He there does now enjoy eternal rest, and happie ease which thou doest want and crave, but further from it daily wanderest...how does the rest go? What if some little pain that passage have that makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave...something something something...death after life does greatly please. Gotta hand it to ol' Alex Pope, eh? I wonder how people with ampallongs pee. Did Henry VIII really have syphilis? Oh what a wondrous beast is the pelican, his beak can hold more than his belly can, and into his beak, he puts food for a week, and I don't know how the hell he can. One act, one act. Theatre. Hmmm. What's that song playing? Has a good beat. Move the feet, yeah. Shake that ass. Woop. That stack's done. Crap. Gotta print more. La la la. Mmm. Strawberries and champagne, administered by a trashy romance novel gypsy. Iambic pentameter. I shouldn't love you, sharp frisson of shame. Ten syllables, soft hard, soft hard, soft hard, soft hard, soft hard. I wonder if I can remember Fuck Proem?

Etcetera, ad nauseum.

Now go be fabulous. I'm going to collapse, then think about what I want to do this evening.

*grin*

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