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.
I think it means like when you colour a polystyrene coffee-cup pig-pink, and attach it around your head with a loop of elastic, sitting it over your own nose and making grunting noises. You'll recall, from the most recent time you did this, that wearing a pigs nose does, in fact turn you instantly into some sort of primordial ur-pig. I've spent a good deal of time here, sitting in the rocker, wearing my thinking-overalls and pondering. I'd have a beer, but I can't move my hands in this jacket with the sleeves buckled together at the back. Oh goody. Here comes nursey with the thorazine.
Wears like a pig's nose? I think I would be looking for a new ad agency. Maybe that meant something a long time ago. Dunno. Sort of like it though. :)
ReplyDeleteI think it means like when you colour a polystyrene coffee-cup pig-pink, and attach it around your head with a loop of elastic, sitting it over your own nose and making grunting noises.
ReplyDeleteYou'll recall, from the most recent time you did this, that wearing a pigs nose does, in fact turn you instantly into some sort of primordial ur-pig.
I've spent a good deal of time here, sitting in the rocker, wearing my thinking-overalls and pondering. I'd have a beer, but I can't move my hands in this jacket with the sleeves buckled together at the back. Oh goody. Here comes nursey with the thorazine.