Rant & Ramble
There’s nothing much to say tonight, nothing much, which is quite alright. Tonight it’s quite alright you see, for me to be me, but silently me. Oh, a silent night it was not. But we searched the tube for Mr. Spock. The Search For Spock was the worst of them all or at least of the ones I have seen. And scene is a word for this day in my life that is not yet an act or a play.
When I’m trying to be clever it never quite works. I always sound like a dumb fucking jerk. Jerking me around like the Jerky Boys, my chain’s a mile long. But only in my imagination.
Work can be imaginary. It can be extraordinary. It could even been stupendous if it tried, but work’s not alive. No, it’s not alive.
Tiredness and a lack of sleep, those are my memories to keep. And if I die before I wake, please baste me with some Shake & Bake. I pray the Lord won’t steal my sheep, cause that crazy motherfucker won’t let them sleep. He just keeps pounding and pounding and pounding away, and then he offs the creatures like that guy O.J.
O.J. is what people like to drink. Drink is what people do when they don’t want to think. Think is what people do when they don’t want to write. Write is what I’d like to do all day and all night.
But this is not a good example, for tonight I rant and yes, I ramble. But we’ll call it quits right now my dears, because I have not slept in years.