oh.
so you find yourself hungry and you avail yourself of one of the many vegetarian restaurants in nyc that deliver vegan food to your house and you order and receive and consume said vegan food and it’s very tasty but then you find yourself with a stomach ache cos you ate too much and it was greasy and who knows if it had rat poo in it or not cos it came from the bowels(hopefully no pun intended)of chinatown and then you sit down and your fingers are greasy and you feel queasy but maybe you’ll go have some more greasy food even though your stomach hurts cos you’re an idiot, or at least i’m an idiot cos i ate some more like homer and the sandwich ‘duff gardens hurrah’ and yes i really have a penchant for run on sentences in fact you could call me the william faulkner of the 21st century except that he was a great writer and i’m not and i guess that’s it for now maybe i’ll have some chocolate soymilk to be even more disgusting and when you’ve gone this long in a run-on sentence it feels like a break-up to finally end it, doesn’t it?
breathe 1, 2.
how about those grammy’s huh?
actually i didn’t watch them. i went to the last night of ‘taboo’ in manhattan. seeing boy george as leigh bowery was great.
2 iconic heroes wrapped in one.
moby