Archive for December 16, 2008

Slam Dance Dream

Posted in dreams, socialization with tags , , on December 16, 2008 by darcyarts

The astrologers had warned me that I would have a flurry of planets at odds with my natal planets surrounding the time of the full moon.

It turned out to bear some soggy fruit.

I had another why-the-fuck-can’t-you-do-it-better-faster Sunday phone call from Ms M.

I wish she could grasp the fact that her harangues, rather than spurring me on to greater heights, actually act more like a stun-gun on my nervous system. I can’t function well for at least 40 minutes after an aggressive, snarly exchange. That’s where it devolves.

The first time she called while I was doing my best to keep up with a mountain of shit, I thought okay, feed the internet beast MORE MORE MORE!

Unfortunately, in the mean time my semi-stunned  state was laced with thoughts of her poor communication.

“Wait a minute! She never said I had to post an item every time it began to snow somewhere!”

The bile began to back up and when she called a second time I was just like No Way! You never said that.

Of course that leaves the slam-fight door open — her move — “Do I have to tell you everything!!!????

It got worse from there. I know she is under incredible pressure. But that, my dears, is her choice. She must be making some good money to lower her quality of life to that degree five days a week. She needs to cool it on letting her angst degrade everyone else’s quality of life.

I don’t get extra pay to be made to feel like a naughty child. The pursuit of humiliation is kinda perverse.

Wait a minute.

Have I hit on something?

Some little  secret buried deep in that special part of the brain pan?

Just kidding.

One of the cool things about a low profile is the secret cloak of invisibility.

Cha cha cha.

I dreamed that I was walking with some cooly bent hipsters. I  was singing The Stooges “Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell.”

Awwright! Woooohhhh!

A pretty face and a dirty love
knew right away that I had to get my hooks in you
yeah yeah yeah
I’m running low on memories
If you wanna make a buck boy, you gotta be a tease, uhuh
I say yeah yeah

I need it all, baby, that’s no lie
I need a lover with an alibi
I wanna fall into a love so sweet
Honey baby baby I’m hard to beat

A pound of flesh and a touch of bone
Smells in the air and I’m feeling so alone, uhuh
I say yeah yeah
Hallucination true romance
I needed love but I only got a chance, uhuh
That ain’t all

I’ll tell ya honey it’s a crying shame
All the pretty girls they look the same
I wanna fall into a love so sweet
Honey baby baby I’m hard to beat

Wooooh hey hey
Your pretty face is going to hell
Your pretty face is going to hell
Honey honey I can tell
Your pretty face is going to HELL!!!!
HELL!!!

A pretty face and a dirty love
knew right away that I had to get my hooks in you
I say yeah yeah
I’m running low on my memories
If you wanna make a buck, boy, you gotta be a tease,
uhuh and that ain’t all
I say yeah yeah

I need it all, baby, that’s no lie
I need a lover with an alibi
I wanna fall into a love so sweet
Honey baby baby I’m hard to beat

Woooh yeah hey
Your pretty face is going to hell….

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