it's the little things in life one appreciates…
whiskey on tap…
waking up in the morning to find out you're not dead…
and freelancers…
the french guy has kept it rolling this last week and change…
which has made my home working less pronounced…
and has allowed me to get more done on the other two books…
thus keeping it all well rounded.
which is nice.
the clock is ticking
no sleep till shot show
—the bastard
...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Showing posts with label margarines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label margarines. Show all posts
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
bodies…rest…motion…
the Frenchman…
who freelances for me asked for the body count on this project…
and the bastard guesstimates..
400 pages total…
with ads…
which is over 200 really…
which still isn't a small number for one man…
and it ain't…
but this is the first Saturday in weeks that I didn't get cracking on the daily after the wife turned in.
this is a bastard at rest…
until I get cracka lackin on other bidness.
so tired.
—the bastard
who freelances for me asked for the body count on this project…
and the bastard guesstimates..
400 pages total…
with ads…
which is over 200 really…
which still isn't a small number for one man…
and it ain't…
but this is the first Saturday in weeks that I didn't get cracking on the daily after the wife turned in.
this is a bastard at rest…
until I get cracka lackin on other bidness.
so tired.
—the bastard
Labels:
margarines,
my aching LIFE,
the biz
Location:
Hunters Point Manhattan
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