and not a single fuck was given that day.
I want to disguise my words to you. I want to dress them up in funny glasses and stick bushy mustaches on them so they seem harmless. And with those little mustaches they will carry the words I. Am. Busy. “I’m busy.” But what they really want, or what I really want, is I (pow) am (pow) busy (pow pow). I don’t need you.
1 December 2009