Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Radio SICK

My radio is picking up secrets. It whispers to me with an all knowing voice when I am not looking. It tells me things that I care not an iota for.

It is a real bastard when you are being dicked around by your own radio. It has not the courtesy to consider my fortysomething fragile makeup. It doesn't effin shut up.

I have tweaked the knobs on it violently. I have shaken it some. I have tried making faces at it. I have even considered either chucking it into the nearest bin or washing it with some soap and water.

One thing it does not volunteer is a response, which I guess is nice of it. And it can go on for days without a single whisper.

Every now and then though it comes out with an absolute horror.

"You have just bloody turned forty havent you!".

"Get an effin life mate. There aint much time left."

Would you put up with that? I am going effin balmy?

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