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2001-03-11 - 11:58:06 dr. lambtree said that i could use this diary as a means of expression. in fact, his exact words were, "cecil, use your diary as a means of expression. perhaps it will suppress your god-awful tendencies." at first i was leary, but mr. bubbsy assured me it would be just fine. i had a hard time thinking of what would be the best creative outlet for me, and the hardship was doubly increased by charon, the one-eyed newt, who, despite my repeated swattings, insisted on taking irritatingly painful nips at my left ankle. finally, inspirartion struck. while i was placing my foot in a pot of boiling water in an attempt to dissuade charon from his boney meal, a flashback to my bygone years at Cambridge took me over and bit me with the poetry bug. this is the result: i met a shark once. her name was Tallulah the Magnificent Squalus Acanthius Ruler of the Netherworld and all Subsidiaries. too bad I had to dissect her. ahhh...i feel better already---DAMMIT, CHARON! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME BLEED!!
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