WHEN THE BOSS
GOES HOME
(I think this is a God story)
When the boss goes home you'll want to tear it up,
rip out the hedges and rosebush, pry up the lawn,
leave nothing behind and nothing, either, to the
imagination. Put the dancing girls out under the
sprinkler, and have the rabbits and deer dance
their nature-dance together. Right there.
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Don't write anything down because it all has
to come from compulsion, not planning. If you
kill the impulse, the urge will die.
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