Fri
Feb
3
During dinner, I planted my foot on the artistic-language-motor, grabbed the cord and reared back, trying to jumpstart it by rattling off P-words and -phrases…
GODDAMN IT, I DIDN’T PUT “PHRASES” ON THERE. OR “PHRASEOLOGY” OR “PHRASING” ON THERE. OR “PARSING” EITHER. OR “PLANTED.” FUCK. PHUCK.
…and this was the result.
