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.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
A Message From Above?
Lunchtime today.
But isn't that....?
I hear you.
Roffle. And loll. I'm good at lolling. Especially after I've had my lunch... Char-siu fried rice today. No time for lolling though. Things to bash, steel to chop.
I had NO IDEA that meant anarchy ... ??!
ReplyDeleteDidn't your mother teach you to never talk to strangers? I'm assuming that includes listening to strange voices as well ...
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Aaah, the voices. They do have good ideas... must listen to them more often.
ReplyDeleteBut not the ugly voices. Must beat those voices back with a shovel...