. . . and another one’s gone, and
another one’s gone, another one bites the dust.
that flowed from himout of his
mouth when his Bic Cristal ran out of ink
he pulled from a jar of
pens he kept on his desk
another Cristal
maybe
twentypercent remainedwondered
when last he used it
tried to write
dry
needed lubing
he
scribbled
kept slips of paper with ideas on them beside him
scribbled between linesEUREKA
was in business
began printing STOP
that wasnt red
Thas not redthas strawberry Youre supposed to be red
You got any idea how long I’ve
been sitting around waiting to be used?I don’t. I’m a pen. But . . . like
yourself . . one loses potency anif you think you ain’t brother you’re
out of your everlovingfuckin’ mind. Potency, vigour, enduranc . .
.
. An you can shut up
muttered Think Im gonna be dresseddown by a
fuckin penno matter a favourite pen
Truth’s brutal. I can’t begin to
count the times I’ve overheard you ply that.
So get over it and write what you
were going to write in your letter. Forget your place?
No
May I say?
You know
When you write you talk, saying your words
as you do.
Helps me visualise themtheir
expressions as they listen to me speak See if theyre picking up on the puns the tongue-in-cheek
Sure Take a shot
Goodie.
No goodies
Ifya gotta say tha don speak
I apologise, I’m more than a
little thrilled.
Thas fine I get it
Whawas I going
to say write
the ink twisted a bit in the inserted
cartridge barrel
You were going to print If I didn’t say, you wouldn’t know.
Whell Gawddamn
the strawberry ink may have
percolated a wee bit as close to pleasuring
itself as a pen may get
Feel good
You have no fuckin’ idea.
0935, day-between-2-Ts, 10 7.
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Queen Another One Bites the Dust https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg53zeCwgnY
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