Well, April-Month of Slim is slowly drawing to a close and this blog is starting to feel like a seaside resort at the end of the season…
a rain-swept pier
all the tourists gone
a few locals
bending into the wind
et moi, I am feeling a vague ennui, a certain je ne sais quoi and I have this urge to use every hackneyed French phrase I know in a pathetic attempt to sound world-weary, like I’m sitting in an outdoor café, a scarf knotted at my neck, smoking a Gitane and nursing an existential crisis.
Right so, more 12 syllable madness, here we go, something new, something old, something revised:
Golf
the one sport
that demands
blandness from
its heroes.
And No Tom
Danger Mouse
Modest Mouse
DeadMau5. It’s
all Jerry…….
Party Animal
he walks in
the room like
a bull to
a paddock
the air shifts
nervously
eyes lower
bells jangle.
Awesome!
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