Indulge me for a moment. (forever?)
Whilst heating some post-workout soup, my gaze fell on my misshapen ceramic reliquary. Though grostesque and crudely rendered, it managed to be gaudy and overly dramatic. It might interest you to know (see how I lie to us both?) that it was created as a symbol of my swift marriage and equally swift divorce. But its appearance hinted at something more pernicious than a retard's artistic abilities. It was like discovering the radio static from the big bang. Looking at that godawful red and gold piece of crap, it dawned on me that it stood for more than my failed marriage; it was testament to a life built on half-assery.
Sorry, self. I've failed you. But at least your mom likes it.
No comments:
Post a Comment