Stick it up your ass

Idag är det brått. Bara dynga i sig lite energi i form av proteinshake med banan o mjölk o sedan svida om o pipa iväg till sporthallen för att jobba på beach 2009. Givetvis har jag en femma över för lite ointressant bloggning.

Ny toastol beställd. Tycker synd om stackarn som ska byta klenoden. Jag funderar på att behålla aset och hänga upp den på strumpans gamla plats i pralinrummet. Kan bli fräscht.

Avslutar med en dikt av T.S Eliot. Skriven någon gång mellan 1910-1916. Fett äkta.

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass

Ladies, who find my intentions ridiculous
Awkward insipid and horribly gauche
Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous
Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche
Floundering versicles feebly versiculous
Often attenuate, frequently crass
Attempts at emotions that turn isiculous,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies who think me unduly vociferous
Amiable cabotin making a noise
That people may cry out "this stuff is too stiff for us" -
Ingenuous child with a box of new toys
Toy lions carnivorous, cannons fumiferous
Engines vaporous - all this will pass;
Quite innocent - "he only wants to make shiver us."
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

And when thyself with silver foot shalt pass
Among the Theories scattered on the grass
Take up my good intentions with the rest
And then for Christ's sake stick them up your ass.