A: so what’s she up to?
B: Still a drunk and a whore. Last time I saw her she was lying naked on her front lawn with her pubic hair on fire.
A: How’d that happen?
B: She dropped her ciggarette I guess.
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Tuesday, January 6th, 2009Brain Bubbles
Sunday, November 30th, 2008There are times when, completely unbidded, a work will simply spring right into the middle of my mind from it’s unplumbed depths. I always wonder where these words come from, why they’re occurred to me and if i can apply some psychological signifgance. Last week the word (there were others too but this one stuck.) was antediluvian. This morning it was Gallifrey. It’s great that for a few moments these words are just sounds, syllables. They’re stripped of any connections, they’re just a thing pointing to the possibility of meaning, if I can only remember what it is.
Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania…”