In order to really succeed, I’m prepping a cheesy resume, my
curriculum velveetae. I’ll probably send it by Greek tragedy post, via Medea
Mail. The sunset prayer for scooter, Vespa’s Vespers, can be recited along with
an affirmation of the Cuban highball, c.f., “I got my mojito workin’!” Those
who are rockin’ the Casbah versus those who are rockin’ the cash bar: ask the
coroner, down on the corner, drinking a Corona. By saying “the Bohemian poet in
wetter weather”, do you mean Rainier Maria Rilke? A maudlin passerine
(blue jay) considered simultaneously with the female republic (va-jay-jay)
considered simultaneously with Reasonable
Doubt rapper (Jay Z) yields one Blue Va-Jay-Jay Z. His unreleased masterpiece,
“Boner’s Manual”, (in lieu of traditional instructions), should be distributed
to every adolescent. If you want to know, the French military always assigns a
comedian to watch the fuel depot in the desert, since the petrol patrol is drôle.
“Que Sahara Sahara”, concludes the musketeer. If I can find the powdered drink,
Tang, in orange, kiwi, and pineapple flavors, then why not prune? Why no Prune
Tang? Last I heard, the pedestrian lady was marrying her traffic policeman, oh
yeah: she was wedding her whistle. After a wedding in Italy, c.f., Roman
nuptials, the couple will exchange views of each other’s sticky butts: a honey
moon. If a lettuce could tell time, it’d probably feature romaine numerals, uh huh.
cultural affairs week 2016 editorial schedule
Monday: Blue Jay Z
Tuesday: The Swans Survive
Wednesday: USA to Elect Donald Drumpf?
Thursday: Irish Rock and The Splib, Part 1
Friday: Subsidiary Needs within a System
Friday: Subsidiary Needs within a System
