Stage one, preparation. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium. And now I'm ready.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
This Weekend
I am secluding myself from the rest of the world this weekend and writing. Nothing else but sitting and writing from Saturday morning until Monday afternoon. Now I need to prepare myself as follows (with apologies to Trainspotting):
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3 comments:
You had best be cleaning up after yourself!
Love,
Your adoring wife
Busted.
Why is it that wives don't understand the creative process is best when you're wallowing in your own filth?
You've been secluded a while now. I hope you're okay.
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