I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
These Guys are Looking for the Person Who Stole the Moon and Stars
What is that building back there? "Temporate Permanent Buiding society?" Nice Moonmen...reminds me of some neighbors I had a while back. You could hear them making love late at night. The walls were way too thin.
Temperance, Mr Bulletholes. Once upon a time people were big on temperance..... I bet the place is a fancy wine bar now. Those moonfolk are noisy lovers, what with the flailing of the plorps, an the resonation of the thrim, still, I'll bet they name their pods after you, their neighbour.
What is that building back there? "Temporate Permanent Buiding society?"
ReplyDeleteNice Moonmen...reminds me of some neighbors I had a while back. You could hear them making love late at night. The walls were way too thin.
Temperance, Mr Bulletholes. Once upon a time people were big on temperance..... I bet the place is a fancy wine bar now.
ReplyDeleteThose moonfolk are noisy lovers, what with the flailing of the plorps, an the resonation of the thrim, still, I'll bet they name their pods after you, their neighbour.