Monday 9 February 2009

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Im really tired.

Someone has poured candle wax in between my joints. I walk like an emu on ice skates.

Today I realized that my skin is going to age and turn into a mess soon, so I walked through the snow to buy "super duper stupendous miracles inside bottles" stuff. I was kneeling on the floor and I realized that I looked desperate. What am I trying to save anyway, dude?

Future Story

A woman lives inside a big tub of moisturizer. Her cats leave her. A man comes in and smokes and watches her. He says, I think youd make a great movie. They talk about their respective childhoods and she finds out that he had a tough one. They fall in love. He refills her tub of moisturizer every three days with Olay 7-in-One Anti-Ageing Moisturizer because it gets 5 stars from customer reviews in Amazon. She tells him that he will always be enough for her. Sometimes they eat croissants and talk about politics. Both of them love Obama. It is all perfect until he dies and her skin is too young to ever contemplate dying.

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