I should be folding laundry, watching the final episode of True Blood.
I should be thinking about what I'm thankful for.
I should be typing away with fevered fury all the longings and temptations of my lowly and humble minotaur character that I've created for my own that came to me in the night after raping my own god-damned muse.
I should be taking my herbal supplements regularly.
I should be dusting, sweeping, mopping and performing spectacular oral sex on my husband regularly.
I should be jotting down all the wonderful introspective that came to me in the night after I raped my other muse in regards to the "Beautiful" book that I'm going to write about my mother.
I should be telling my friends like Katie and Mysty and Tina and other such anonymous entities that I want to make a "Beautiful" book pt. 2 in regards to all the beauty that they put forth on this plane of existence.
I should be at the Filipino store, buying Lumpia wrappers to better prepare for the Thanksgiving meal our families are about to share tomarrow.
I should be taking a fucking shower.
I should also be off this fucking blog, and still not giggling that Satan is in my heart right now, making me want to tell the people I hate, "Fuck You". (He also made not want to work today or for 12 consecutive years in a row.) I have only myself to blame for wanting to stay up late and have sex all night long.
But instead I sit here, collecting blog dust.
I'm gonna go brush my teeth.
Here's a gem to share with the group:
(Rudyard Kipling excerpt)
In the Neolithic Age
Then I stripped them, scalp from skull, and my hunting dogs fed full
And the teeth I threaded neatly on a throng,
And I wiped my mouth and said,
"It is well that they are dead,
"For I know my work is right and theirs were wrong."
But my Totem saw the shame;
from his ridgepole-shrine he came,
And he told me in a vision of the night:_
"There are nine and sixty ways of contructing tribal lays,
"And every single one of them is right!"