Loser's Guide to Life
|A busy woman predicted that He would be with me in a moment.|
I was in an office the other day, where, judging by the imitation brass sign near the entrance area, I was to be received. And it occurred to me, as I looked around, that not only was the furniture contemporary, but so was everything else in the room. It was a sterile setting. And I myself was somewhat sterile and completely, inarguably contemporary. I can't even remember what happened yesterday.
And I thought: what this place needs is a lanky folkpunk, chainsmoking and drinking tea and ...
I got into an argument with a guy
I thought of weapons
And the thought of my weapons
The thought of his weapons
A busy woman predicted that He would be with me in a moment.