Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Thirty days of suck XXVI: I'm ready, Mr. DeMille

From some Saturday on the slowburn, roundabout way to work, & I had a few sentences written for this, the kind with an overabundance of commas & fragments masquerading as grammatically correct clauses, but in a rare moment of clarity I recognized the absolute terror of truth, & of cliche because, look, it's a fucking spike & that was too sixteen-year-old woe even for me but then I thought who am I kidding as I contemplated Grandpa's Homerpalooza diatribe on age & the abstract it, & though a different medium, weird & scary is indeed universal & timeless, so sixteen-year-old woe it is, but not, because of clarity, so all you get is this run-on in your stocking which is what the woe was before being brushed away like loose ground.























Tomorrow, from a distance. Not that shit track, relax.

10 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

The orbs will come for us all, sooner of later.
~

Laura said...

16 year old angst? Perhaps. Still, I wouldn't want to sit on one. That would be "20-something" angst for sure!

((Hugs))
Laura

thatgirl said...

So teenage angst doesn't pay off so well? Kurt Cobain lied to me?

Randal Graves said...

if, no one can stop red giantism.

laura, I think that kind of angst transcends age.

thatgirl, oh sure it does, haven't we led rich, full lives being in permanent state of vague grump?

susan said...

I think you should replace all the commas in your next run-on sentence with the word beer just so we can all be happily wrecked at the end.

Lisa said...

The best run-on I've had in my stocking in ages.

Tom Harper said...

Homerpalooza rules!

Beach Bum said...

...weird & scary is indeed universal & timeless...

Yeah, American politics never really changes.

S.W. Anderson said...

". . . in a rare moment of clarity. . ."

Congratulations! :)

Randal Graves said...

susan, too drunk to, er, type.

lisa, if I live for anything, it's to fix fashion disasters.

tom, I'm still bummed I missed out on Pink Floyd's yard sale.

SWA, exaggerated clap, exaggerated clap, exaggerated clap.