This is one of the posts i am moving from the older wordpress ‘blog. i think i may be one of the mostdisorganized people i know. if i were on that sixties show, i would be a agent for Kaos, not Control.
Dread permeates the atmosphere.
Editors hated what i said.
Although i though it t’was crystal clear.
Draft number seven is oozing red.
“Layouts wrong, please be a dear,
I need it in the morning, kisses. ed.”
Nine hours strait and piss warm beer.
Evil thoughts bouncing in my head.
Sharpies’™ cuts are so severe.
by matthew t cody