look like crap

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Friday Edition)

I warn you, my cat likes to sleep on people…

P.M.S.—stands for “putting up with male shit…”

The skill set that I have is so unique…

I look like crap…

Are you an artist? I make jewelry…

There’s more than one way to deconstruct an ecclesiastical hymn…

The word “technicolour yawn” is slang for vomit rainbows…

Holy mackerel! I would never want to miss this!

Oh look it’s Ensemble A… and B. Combined!

What are you listening to?

What I’m Reading:

“I was picking through the ruins for my roots but you weren’t there.
Must I make an agreement with the living?”

— Tala Khanmalek / “Louise”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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