I have been spending my lunches this week in the neverending house search. I should have been spending them with you.
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To continue that thought: No, we have no idea what house we will be buying.
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Dear people with video cameras: As "[sic]" is temporarily on hold until probably early next month, I am instead working on a film (with me as sole actor, likely) that is a cross between "Rock Island" from The Music Man and Samuel Beckett's play "Play." I need some (preferably surrealish) footage of some of the following:
* Trees
* More trees
* Orange juice in cups
* Orange juice being poured
* Toes
* Window coverings
* Disc golf
* Trees being hit by discs
* Flickering lights
* Fish
* Manoqukins (sic)
* Maquotata (sic)
* Lettace (sic)
If you would like to shoot any of this footage, I may permit you to.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
