Holidays, Bah Humbug
January 9th 2007 10:27
No, really, what a waste of time.
Aside form the bull shit with the bank which was quite a diversion on its own, now the car is broken down. I haven’t been paid for writing done five months ago. I gotta tell ya, being published can be more trouble than it’s worth, nah, being published is everything for a writer.
But I still want to be paid.
On the plus side they would like more articles.
But I still want to be paid.
Still on the plus side they pay fifteen cents a word and twenty dollars a photo.
No, I’m not worried that they won’t pay, it’s just that things mount up.
And I still want to be paid
Did you know that there is a government department that watches everything in your life.
THEY have THESE people who sneak around in the dark of night checking up on your activities. If THEY find evidence that you could, in the remotest fashion, possibly, no matter how little, get a bit ahead of the game of life, will screw you to the wall. There are no bounds to the dirty tricks THEY will go to to empty your pockets of money you have not even been paid yet.
The voices, the voices, why can’t they leave me alone. . . , Oh, sorry, I left the radio on.
Where was I, oh yeah, Bah Humbug.
No, really, what a waste of time. Oh shit, now I’m repeating myself self elf f.
Bartender another round of the same. What ever it was.
Aside form the bull shit with the bank which was quite a diversion on its own, now the car is broken down. I haven’t been paid for writing done five months ago. I gotta tell ya, being published can be more trouble than it’s worth, nah, being published is everything for a writer.
But I still want to be paid.
On the plus side they would like more articles.
But I still want to be paid.
Still on the plus side they pay fifteen cents a word and twenty dollars a photo.
No, I’m not worried that they won’t pay, it’s just that things mount up.
And I still want to be paid
Did you know that there is a government department that watches everything in your life.
THEY have THESE people who sneak around in the dark of night checking up on your activities. If THEY find evidence that you could, in the remotest fashion, possibly, no matter how little, get a bit ahead of the game of life, will screw you to the wall. There are no bounds to the dirty tricks THEY will go to to empty your pockets of money you have not even been paid yet.
The voices, the voices, why can’t they leave me alone. . . , Oh, sorry, I left the radio on.
Where was I, oh yeah, Bah Humbug.
No, really, what a waste of time. Oh shit, now I’m repeating myself self elf f.
Bartender another round of the same. What ever it was.
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Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
my shout George..
~Lily
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