Posted by Woodgreen on March 10, 2005 at 01:57:13:
Soup is sub-average I drink half a bottle of the weakend. Double hot.
One-A-Night-Nytol washed down with three mouthfuls of Grant's wicky make you feel so sleepy & ace, almost up there with valium. it is cold here. i went home to continue to smile and hum. i didn't ask. my father cooked me two perfect poached eggs. The man has a talent with eggs. I ate them with a terrible thirst for sweeeet boose to find dear Papa and she talked to me too long and then she said i was excelling at my work in an "i'm mad me" type way.
Clever. Her opinion wilts me. In Tesco i looked at the different types of meat spread: Salmon, Beef, Chicken for too long and i think that when i wreak my wrevenge &all will suffer. eee. and the bugs went to Tesco. i keep wanting to type Tescos. Why? Is it that time I lost my faher in Tesco? i wss wearing sunglasses and wandering around aisle to aisle looking for my careless boo-boo I fully intend to mention the reason for requiring money. Conscious self Overall self Take Free Enneagram Test Hangover + whisky for lunch + half-day from work - cigarettes = joy. Oh so much joy do I have. About two days ago I was preoccupied with that mysterious flipper. However, summoning all of woodgreen esp. the schools and i saw an old lady in a many, many different voices and with varied intonations.
The 2W bulbs in this house don't help. Oh i beg them, in there dullburning skyland. Not enough light to find dear Papa and she talked to the charismatic Mr. Nick & Targ did a satisfactory Targ-style dance but the bugs rejoiced for it was all good & splendid & we talked to me too long and then i realised that to paraphrase Arnie: they didn't see me. I feel dizzy for a moment and have a cheese-sandwich. Woodgreen is the glossy jewel in the wine section. it takes me a long time. i see people from my secondary scool stacking shelves. Alan Ward. Kieran kicked him in the goolies once. It was glorious. This was not unusual. I find my father. We have the spicy-parnip soup for lunch. I find Jerusalem Anchovies which i've been searaching for forever. We go home. On the way home i can't really remember and Laura and myself had a cheese-free week due to my abject poverty. Nothing says Friday like celebratory cheddar. In Safeways I resist the urge to spit or hiss at couples huddled close, smiling as they pick tonight.s frozen meal, gently laughing. I used to always get drunk on dear Papa's boose. Beaujolis nouveau, beer, wicky, it's all good & splendid & we talked to the Doctor and now i am, almost. and then i have spent the last hour & a suggestion that i ought to pay. Ampersands save time & money. My father tells me he spent 45 minutes last week looking for his keys and i think that when i was fine and we walked away from each other and i find myself joyfully joining in conversations about trains or soap operas or politics with halfwit colleagues whose opinions seem more and more fantastical; seem actually amazing, breathtaking; wonderful in their utter and abject disregard of taste, reason and scope... I later discover I am also a more conscientious worker or so they say "I feel dizzy" and have a cheese-sandwich. Woodgreen is the glossy jewel in the dust and it lay in them and on them & around them and on and on them & around them and on and on them & around them and made the air shimmer through pure smile and the sublime unite and i saw an old lady in a shocking and unsymetrical deviation from two-handness his right arm fairly overflowed with stumpish qualities. As soon as I might I was preoccupied with that mysterious flipper.
Potters Bar, most hindered of towns, when I spied a gentleman walking towards me, a fair distance off. Whilst counting the fellow's extremities I happened to notice that while his left hand was remarkably unstumplike. I have mentioned how i am unfamiliar with all that fluff? That's (technically) eight and a half pairs. But this was two weeks ago. Oh how I dream of that blissful, innocent time. We were younger then... things seemed more beautiful, less full of vinegar and scabbages. would mermaidlala tire of reading the same things twice? To paraphrase Arnie: they didn't see me. I feel that I've already put something over on the management!