inquiry

> It has been suggested that I should stop using
> alliterations, rhymes and shit, and also stop
> swearing in every other sentence.

What?!

> After a moment of methodical running, the legs begin
> to give way – not because they are tired, but because
> reason no longer understands their movements.

Love that!

> Another coffee, please. Black, as in balling the
> Jack. I'm effing exhausted. The constraint of non-rythmic
> writing is killing me… think I'm gonna put on some
> warpaint and get into the real fight, the plight of
> not having anything to do, whatsoever, for the rest of
> the day. Pray, you bastard, pray! It's the only way to
> get through… this lonely and Quintana Roo-plastered
> endeavor.

I do appreciate the Quintana Roo mention, as I'd never heard of it before.

But, oh, the tyranny of nothing to do, of ennui so patient an inner sandpaper.

I mean, who the heck doesn't love alliteration?

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jack

inquiry

> I think I need to call Shirley, she's probably in
> the same spot as I – having to put the good old
> money-spinner on standby.

I definitely preferred Shirley to Laverne.

And yet as a kid I somehow preferred Ginger to Mary Ann - despite knowing full well I was *supposed* to prefer Mary Ann.

I guess wokeness has never not been A Thing but, rather, the criteria/triggers change.

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Yep... nothing new under that supernovae-any-minute sun!

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jack

inquiry

> Maybe we'll all wake up then and say: Buckle your belt
> Shirley, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye?

Now you got me remembering Shirley McClaine and Shirley Jones....

Not much to say. Quiet spell. Saying suddenly seemed irrelevant. This is just a pinky's worth of (s)crawl from that.

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