Friday, April 13, 2007

The Weekend and a Volkswagen*

If I weren't so tired or bored or angry or disappointed so much of the time, I might venture outside of the small bubble that surrounds my immediate self.

I might take up drinking with the homeless-Americans in Boston's quaint public alleys.

I might hang glide or balloon or join the North Shore kite-flying society and spend time complaining with my fellow upper middle class dribs about those eye-sore homeless-Americans littered about the streets and abandoned buildings.

I might take long road trips along the coast and land at the breakers in Rockport and eat steaming bowls of New England clam chowder with bikers and tourists.

I might buy or even make some form of art.

I might Ralph Waldo Emerson and walk into the woods, searching for a strong, old tree to stop at and sit to read labels on old wine bottles.

I might do nothing.

I might commute to work every day and sit in my dull cubicle*, staring out the window, wondering what it would be like to venture outside the bubble that surrounds my immediate self.

*Typos corrected, thanks for noticing, I'll remember you when I'm dead.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow. I really liked this, LFB.

Anonymous said...

Good luck today!

Anonymous said...

You should do nothing.

Lord Fondleberries said...

bjb: thanks, and thanks.

lbb: i'm on it.

Anonymous said...

You could learn how to spell Volkswagen, you fucking schwartze! And cubicle, too.

Lord Fondleberries said...

hiya heavy (i'm sure you're fat, or should i type "your"): thanks for the comment. go fuck yourself.

Anonymous said...

You could also learn how to spell:

Kool-Aid
triple
Osama
Microsoft

Anonymous said...

I hope you know that Heather does not have a penis.
You might want to call off the wedding.

Lord Fondleberries said...

stinky: i'll asssssssuuuuummmmmeeeee for nwo that yrour'e heavy d and rmenid you to og fcuk yousrelf.

lbb: done.

Unknown said...

What chicanery is this? Heavy D casting racial slurs; Le Bruce Bruce creating transvestites in text.

Vonnegut died this week, you heartless fucks! Wake the fuck up before I get really angry and gird up my loins and dance before the Lord!

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