3.24.2011

interrogatories

where (are you)
when (i want you)
which (is right fucking now)
what (the hell)
who (am i even)
why (am i waiting)
how (do i write about this?)
Posted by Marian at 1:09 AM
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10 comments:

  1. ianMarch 24, 2011 at 1:36 AM

    so few words, so much emotion. i love the tension!

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  2. BubbaMarch 24, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    Am I late for the interrogation? I brought the rubber hose and bright light!

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  3. AnonymousMarch 24, 2011 at 6:30 AM

    rubber hose?
    um, pass!

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  4. MarianMarch 24, 2011 at 7:42 AM

    yikes! no violence!

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  5. BubbaMarch 24, 2011 at 7:53 AM

    No violins? But that will weaken the string section irreparably and corrupt the whole 2nd movement! This opera needs those violins!

    (And more cowbell!)

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  6. UnknownMarch 24, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    hmmm
    what this?
    hmmm

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  7. MarianMarch 24, 2011 at 8:05 AM

    me wishing to get laid. is that not obvious?

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  8. BubbaMarch 24, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    Save it for the aria in the 3rd act, diva!

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  9. UnknownMarch 24, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    Marian, you created some wonder with this one! I AM ever amazed at how brilliance shines through ordinary words strung together in extraordinary ways.

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  10. MarianMarch 24, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    huh! thank you, Kim.

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