And I’m not happy with a single one of them.
“A writer,” William Faulkner once said, “must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.”
What no one seems to remember is what he said immediately after that, which was, “OH MY FUCKING GOD THERE IS A TIGER IN THE HOUSE. HOW DID A TIGER GET IN HERE? SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY GET ME AWAY FROM THE TIGER!”
And now you know what my day has been like so far. The end.
Garbage pabulum nonsense rubbish. Crap drivel wanking codswallop. Absurd puerile inane. Daft vapid trite asinine. FIVE WORDS OF PURE GENIUS. Stupid hackneyed trip. Derp derp derp.
..is a reminder of how monumentally stupid I actually am. They should honestly just stick me in a corner with a stack of coloring books and blunt crayon nubs where I can’t do any damage.