Wednesday, January 4, 2012

But he don't know what it means























Brave chicks & magic skulls, what's not to love.

Contents of a box, blueberries bobble on the tongue, processing one from a stack of none. There's this cool Bilibin work I work at work at staring at, & another by some other that I can't remember, though it's not entirely similar. We, fuck that, me, that is, I, stare at this shit for inspiration [ed. note: since it's old & arty & I love the big R, though I don't know under what scholarly heading the experts classify this nor do I care all that much beyond being used as keywords for ordering shit from other libraries], alternating between that & St. Drogo's elixir & the too/not occasional glass of vino chez moi because. Coffee is water, though headaches pop like a whack-a-mole when I don't & gallons [ed. note: I originally typoed galloons which are galleons crewed by Walloons. Would pirates like balloons?] of tea, though tasty, take too long to compensate.

All I know is that I need, really need, to write more 'cause even I get tired of doing nothing but grumbling. Not that tired, let's be clear.

Sit n' spin, see parking lot nuked for new apartments unaffordable by anyone but senior partners, so it's funny that a morning glare out future glass will be ruined by a Towering Slab-dappled view.

Maybe Baba Yaga will move in.

11 comments:

that girl said...

If there were glowing skulls and teleporting cottages with chicken legged foundations, I'd totally rent one of those FutureCondos and take to a more picturesque vista.

Laura said...

I'm the same way about diet coke as you are with coffee. No diet coke? Big headache!! :)

((Hugs))
Laura

Randal Graves said...

thatgirl, no doubt right next to the Space Casino. Baba Yaga could totally clean up there.

laura, I imagine booze is the worst, which is why I limit my intake to case a week.

okjimm said...

if coffee doan work... snort some chicken soup....you will feel better and getting through the noodles is amazingly fun stuff.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

booze-coffee-booze-coffee.

If there's a problem, add more booze. Or coffee.
~

Jim H. said...

Weening myself off coffee was one of the hardest things I ever did. I can now drink a cuppajoe once or twice a week without that nagging yen to drink an entire pot. Shit eats holes in the lining of my gut.

MRMacrum said...

But you piss and moan so well. I would hope that if you do turn the grumblin faucet, it is not completely off. Let some leak out or you will explode.

Randal Graves said...

okjimm, I don't snort coffee, you nut; didn't buy this crate of needles for my health.

if, what's a problem?

jim, who said anything about weening off of coffee? You're the weirdo concerned about his well being with all that hiking and running and shit. Crazy, crazy man you are.

mrmacrum, complaining is the only thing I am good at, I just either wish to write more, or join a galloon, give myself a chance to practice my French and plundering.

Life As I Know It Now said...

I got an espresso machine for x-mas so now it's coffee on steroids for me each morning :)

Beach Bum said...

I need my coffee, its all that keeps me awake.

Randal Graves said...

life, soon you'll wish the espresso machine is an espresso IV.

BB, have you thought about opening a meth lab in your basement?