i'm taking back the night. and befittingly, it's halloween.
i've been emotionally homeless all day. playing the part well too. anyone who's talked to me might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat.
well no more, i say, no more!
i'm shimmying off this coat of flatlining logic, this polar fleece of apathy and disdain for existence.
and everything's been going wrong. this is a good sign. a very good sign indeed.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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"might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat."
sounds like i got ripped off
figures of speech wear victoria's secret lingerie. but one would never know that unless one got a peep show, would they?
well, showing a little skin never hurt any oxymoron, allusion, personification, or metaphor that i've known...and I don't think it's a hyperbole for me to say that i've been with enough figures of speech in my time to be an expert on them. some would say i'm a regular don juan of tropology.
oh, i missed you by the way.
You're off your meds again, aren't you?
ron -- welcome back!! that was quite the hiatus, tropo-don juan.
yoda -- oh, you don't know the half of it.
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