For a while I wanted to come back to Vachel’s zine “V” which first appeared here.
Often I wonder if reporters feel this way, that waiting for foolishness never takes long.
Hm. Wrong form of “their/they’re.” Ah well.
It’s fun to think of comedic situations like this. I mean, imagine trying to bake enough cookies to go around to 112 kids? Eek.
This reminds me of when I make a joke which is sarcastic or a huge exaggeration, and someone listening believes it, and I feel so bad because my intention is to never make other feel stupid.
I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.