On The Science Of Fuckery...
On Wandering Too Far... (& Being Lost As Fuck)
Forgive me, while I chew on these three cashew nuts before I launch into a diatribe of this catastrophe I call Life. Except, I'm not quite sure where to begin, dear reader. It's just that - for the first time in the six long years that I've called the desert my home - I find myself questioning my place here. And I can't quite put my finger on where it all went wrong... Something's changed and upon further reflection, I think I've figured out exactly what that is. See, for the longest time - my entire life actually - I spent most of my time waiting for this thing to happen. Something. Anything. I spent all my days in school, staring out at the horizon, waiting. I spent all my afternoons at University, up on the roof, counting airplanes, waiting. I spent all my time in London strolling through the streets and the halls of every art gallery, waiting. Then came the past 6 years... every year, rushing through the days... waiting. Waiting for the s
I think I might perhaps, and only just maybe, have actually learned something today, for actual fuck's sake.
ReplyDeleteI agree Blue - except for it doesn't account for "what the ever-loving fuck?"Fuckery on the emotional spectrum is yet to be explored.
DeleteThere's a PhD waiting to be written!
DeleteIndeed Mildred :)
ReplyDeleteI say, "For fuck's sake" at least 5 times a day because things around here are always crazy.
ReplyDeleteMary - I use "fuck" several times a day. My students do too. We just don't do it in front of each other.
DeleteIf you are at negative fucks, does that mean that you’re actually happy about something?
ReplyDeleteWhy am I NOT surprised one bit haha!
ReplyDeleteI concur Pat haha!
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