Which excuse do you prefer, Weirsdo? In a high, nasal voice I can explain that I was in a panic to fill the Saturdays between the end of Diogenes and the start of something similar in '08 and did this at the last minute.
Or
In a deep and suggestive voice, I can put on a beret, dip a scone in a cup of Earl Grey Tea, and explain that as my writing evolves my own aesthetic slowly replaces Bierce's.
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Off with your head.
Which excuse do you prefer, Weirsdo? In a high, nasal voice I can explain that I was in a panic to fill the Saturdays between the end of Diogenes and the start of something similar in '08 and did this at the last minute.
Or
In a deep and suggestive voice, I can put on a beret, dip a scone in a cup of Earl Grey Tea, and explain that as my writing evolves my own aesthetic slowly replaces Bierce's.
Tell you what, you pick.
Or,
Mother-in-Law, n. A tenant landlord in a beggar's cloak.
That's more like it.
You are spared--this time.
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