“In the occupation of writing, very little time is spent actually writing. A writer’s job is to think in a way that has never been thought before… and I don’t think that pays the bills.”
You put your mortgage in.
You take your pension out.
You rip your resumé up and you shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey and you turn your life around.
That’s what it’s all about.
I walked along the back of the hospital where two men in overalls were hiding an exhaustive list of graffiti with fresh paint and rollers.
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+===+== Some say the world will end in fire, =+===+===+ It’s raining men!===+===+
+=+= Some say in ice.===+===+===+===+===+===+===+===+== Hallelujah! =+
+===+===+= From what I’ve tasted of desire, +===+== =+= It’s raining men!===+===+
+=+===+===+== I think neither would be nice.=+===+===+= Amen!==+===+===+
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