Another evening at work. Valium and I sculpt like magical sculpting gods. That reminds me of a story
Not shit there I was, working as a watch repairman at the Northland Shopping Centre. A fellow approaches me and asks me if I can do some engraving on some jewelry for him. Sure! I says. So then he starts drawing the design he wants on a piece of paper and he tells me, "When you do this, you need to be a god. The god of engraving. Have you ever wanted to be a god? You're an ancient aboriginal god of engraving. Just let it flow out of you"
I was a bit scared at this point, but I reckon in the state he was in I could have done the engraving with the tool between my teeth and he would have loved it.
I went for a jog today and heard frogs singing. I poked around near the water for a bit but no luck.
Been thinking of my lady friend, wrote her a letter, not on the valium though, that could have been awful.
Not shit there I was, working as a watch repairman at the Northland Shopping Centre. A fellow approaches me and asks me if I can do some engraving on some jewelry for him. Sure! I says. So then he starts drawing the design he wants on a piece of paper and he tells me, "When you do this, you need to be a god. The god of engraving. Have you ever wanted to be a god? You're an ancient aboriginal god of engraving. Just let it flow out of you"
I was a bit scared at this point, but I reckon in the state he was in I could have done the engraving with the tool between my teeth and he would have loved it.
I went for a jog today and heard frogs singing. I poked around near the water for a bit but no luck.
Been thinking of my lady friend, wrote her a letter, not on the valium though, that could have been awful.