Why? Why? WHY?
Why the house gets so friggin’ loud when you need it to be quite the most of all times?! SERIOUSLY! The floor starts squicking, the stairs try to trip and murder you with a loud bang, your pets (cats in my case) lay right in the middle of your way and OH! Don’t forget you can’t turn the lights on. Oh, no,no,no, NON! You make you way in complete utter darkness! And of course while you’re on your way you bump into something with that most painful corner of your big toe and you want to
But all you can do is
Because you gotta listen in if you woke up anybody in the house. And that’s how you make your way to, from, then to again, ‘cause of course your forgot something or you need to redo (like i had to reprint my last fathermaking page with just a tiny little reference list), then back again, and then back at me! You wish your butler smelled like me!…. Ok, that’s from a totally differnet opera.
The moral of the story: I need to either ninja-away the printer from the study to my room OR get my self a separate one. ‘Cause seriously, when you’re tired and totally squized out by your paper (whether it’s a research or sammary or any other kick in the head of your professor) and it’s late night, almost morning - it’s difficult to do something like sneaking around the dark like dark side house! Grrrr…. And I don’t give a bunny’s fluffy cute butt about being explicit. Because you know that’s exactly what wants to roll off of your tong at that painful moment. You KNOW you do O______________O…. Who am I even talking to?
Het up boys, skitter boys, muttonchop
go-go boys, gurgle music, kidney stone
music, muchachos party, rubicon sand fire
flaring party, thunderbird ski hats in summer
party, sweaty head party, pound & thump,
socket burning beach party, orange forklift
beach, orange moon ba-boom, hooch smoke,
ta-ta smoke, stonkered house, pandemonium
tetherballed, turtle orbitted, oriflamme ant
house, rust hilled, I know I’m violating
myself house, Maybe you’ll see me
on MTV house, No, dude (to a dog) house,
evening knock knock knock knock
house, evening anamatter clink: glass and tin,
goo food jars, chest hammer music, earthmover,
dog bark music, beep beep back-up
talk, rag and straw sleep, panic sleep, dart
sleep, rummage, rumple, canyon sleep,
sulky bunco, mittenheaded boys, saw-
voiced reclamation boys, fumarole,
radio pale, tar breathing boys
in the chewed grass, white sail an exhale.