u that comes when I am dead.
.There,“ he added briskly, .sign it .Louisa M. Alcott’ and have the agencysend it to Togetherness magazine.“.Boss, is that your idea of .pay copy’?“.Huh,foamposites for sale? Of course it isn’t. Not now. But it will be worth something later, so put itin file and my literary executor can use it to help settle the death duties.
That’s the catch in all artistic pursuits; the best work is always worth mostafter the workman can’t be paid. The literary life.- dreck! It consists inscratching the cat till it purrs.“.Poor Jubali Nobody ever feels sorry for him, so he has to feel sorry forhimself.“.Sarcasm yet. No wonder I don’t get any work done.“.Not sarcasm, Boss,jordans for sale. Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.“.My apologies. All right, here’s pay copy. Begin. Title: .One for the Road,’
.There’s amnesia in a hang knot,And comfort in the ax,But the simple way of poison will make your nerves relax.
.There’s surcease in a gunshot,And sleep that comes from racks,But a handy draft of poison avoids the harshest tax.
.You find rest upon the hot squat,Or gas can give you pax,But the closest corner chemist has peace in packaged stacks,cheap air max.
.There’s refuge in the church lotWhen you tire of facing facts,And the smoothest route is poison prescribed by kindly quacks.
.Chorus-With an ugh! and a groan, and a kick of the heels,Death comes quiet,air max outlet, or it comes with squeals-But the pleasantest place to find your endIs a cup of cheer from the hand of a friend.“.Jubal,“ Anne said worriedly, .is your stomach upset?“.Always.“.That one’s for file, too?“.Huh? That’s for the New Yorker. Their usual pen name.“.They’ll bounce it.“.They’ll buy it. It’s morbid, they’ll buy it.“And besides, there’s something wrong with the scansion.“.Of course there is! You have to give an editor something to change, or hegets frustrated. After he pees in it himself, he likes the flavor much better, sohe buys it. Look, my dear, I was successfully avoi
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