It's the small things
I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET I WANT A MIDGET
Been playing softball recently in an effort to boost my skin tone from milky white to strawberry yoghurt pink and I've quickly realised that it is, in fact, the worst sport in the world, bar none. In a typical show of one-upmanship from the Yanks after realising that even though Baseball is horrendously bad it was not as bad as Cricket so they developed Softball. Mark Twain described golf as 'a good walk spoiled', I'd like to know what his opinion would be of this long stand on a dusty pitch. Underarm throwing, larger balls, smaller pitch and giant clown gloves making it impossible not to catch the ball this is a game for those who know they'll never succeed in sport. The only redeeming factor of my daily practice is the fact that I fancy two of the players, were it not for them I'd be playing the not-quite-as-shit-but-very-very-close soft tennis which is mind bogglingly boring and pointless. On the upside I'm sporting a farmers tan in a gentle fuchsia tone accentuated by a more crimson nose.
It seems back home there’s never a dull moment. Some of the lads went to Sweden for a weekend to visit one of their friends’ ex-fiancés and boozed from the moment they got off the plane till the moment they got back on it 72hours later. One of them however didn’t make it back on after getting into an argument over schnitzels in a shop and ended up sharing a cell for five days with some Sven type people. This is also the same guy who was arrested in Dublin when asked by a policeman who he was, for being drunk and disorderly; he replied John Rambo and ended up in front of a judge two days later. He also claims to have concentrated so hard that he ejaculated after three hours of intense focus.
Another friend whose million dollar parents bought him a million dollar apartment in the million dollar development in Dublin was disgusted to find out that the equally plush next door apartment was being used as a Brothel by some not so high class hookers for the past couple of months.
Sometimes I miss home.
I really want a midget, just to occasioanly cook and juggle
posted by The Running Man @ 11:02 AM
runner, see u on the 6th. any of the iwate4 coming? high chance johnny awestruck may find some lovin on the dark floors of roppongi. least thats the werd on the machi here.
c u then for some shenanigans.
btw. u speaka the japanese or u about the same level as moi? beginning a hunt for jobs for ideas but fcked for ideas. got any idea?
kapkumkapman
how dark and single,where he ends,the earth
(whose texture feels of pride and loneliness
alive like some dream giving more than all
life's busy little dyings may possess)
how sincere large distinct and natural
he comes to his disappearance;as a mind
full without fear might faithfully lie down
to so much sleep they only understand
enormously which fail-look:with what ease
that bright how plural tide measures her guest
(as critics will upon a poet feast)
meanwhile this ghost goes under,his drowned girth
are mountains;and beyond all hurt of praise
the unimaginable night not known
-my dead lover