NormFARKED IF I CAN THINK OF A TITLE
For all my efforts, as strenuous as they've been, I've never really tried very hard, at least not for any length of time, very hard at anything, not anything of any value anyway, because nothing has ever really grabbed me, not in any meaningful way, in a manner that would enable one to absorb oneself in endeavour, mostly because I'm more hand-towel than blue liquid. In all these strivings for some meaning in work, which for all my writing have been fruitless, it has become evident, as clear as plastic, that life is just one more thing that has escaped me, even though it has never been in my custody, because my vision has been in my mind, and my thoughts in my eyes, and it is this fundamental failing that has left me with one leg shorter than the other and a bag of balls that hang about my ankles like some exotic tribal social signal like you'd see in a pair of sunglasses with a frilly hat stuffed up your rectum, as they seem to favour in certain parts of high society such as those that I've oft frequented with the carefree demeanour of a man with a heavy heart and an arsehole full of the work of some hatter whose mental health could only be described as a little dubious, to say the least, particularly with regard to ornamentation but certainly not comfort, in fact, having a couple of testicles around your heels and a hat in your duodenum is highly enticing to just the right sort of lady, such as those with firm upright bosoms and lips that are just so inviting, as if to say that if you like moustaches on your women then these are they for you. I've gone on a bit, my humble apologies. Highly structured and loose as a goose: opposite.
Ars Poetica
deep, meaningful and farking hilarious...
let it all hang out Norm... the gooses i mean...
~Lily
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
not a golden egg in sight:
thanks for having a gander, anyway.
Unleash the geese.
All the best,
Norm