Thursday, October 6, 2011

Thirty days of suck XXII: dead man's hand

'tis a wretchednesse that beats in my breast, to hath compos'd some-thing not entirely dissuasive of the merits of verslie arte (on second read, it's pretty shitty) only to feel the truth drop like a carpenter's hammer: that it can be shown to no one but a complete stranger who will either laugh, cringe, or mashup just as the familiar, but at least I'd never see the former again.


















Tomorrow, since the dawn of time, man has yearned to destroy it.

9 comments:

Lisa said...

Ansel's spinning corpse!!!!!

Come on, come on, what's to hide? You should see my masterpiece about vampires who sparkle in the sun.

Randal Graves said...

For more than health science classes, I knew he'd come in handy.

Thank you, thank you!

If I tell you, it's no longer hiding, but in the light, & you know what happens then, Count Orlok slaughters the sparklers then turns to ash & there goes my big payday.

Laura said...

I suppose we'll all just have to wait for your book to come out before we'll all know what you really look like.

Sigh... I *wish* I was that skinny. :)

((Hugs))
Laura

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I hope pirate ships will make an appearance along the Lake Erie Shoreline. And a maid will scream.
~

Demeur said...

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

You can now fill in the rest yourselves.

And get the hell off my lawn slacker!

Randal Graves said...

laura, are you suggesting that those aren't my hands?

if, why the need for pirate ships when they already stalk city & county government? Haven't noticed any peglegs or parrots, though.

YOUGETOFFMYLAWN

Jim H. said...

'Course you could go out in flamin' fashion, loud and flashy—taking something big and important with you,, then we could 'discover' the lost works that explain it all so coherently and media-satingly. How meaningful! How romantic!

Tom Harper said...

Hey, that must be a picture of a ghostwriter. Cool; I've never seen one before.

Randal Graves said...

jim, dear world leaders, CEOs, & the guy who almost ran me over the other day, you are cordially invited to pre-dawn shindig.

tom, boo, hiss, & groan.