Wally World

I've got an interview with the folks at Wally World on Tuesday. It sounded to me like I'm already a shoe-in. I hope so! The job I'm interviewing for is a cashier in the garden department, so that will be hootacious. I love me some plants. The only problem I have is that my printer is dead and I can't print out my resume for the interview. I guess that I'll have to put my resume on a disc and take my sorry arse to Kinkos. Maybe if I get a job at Wally World, I can get me another printer for cheap. I've always hated my printer because it's never worked correctly. I'm kinda glad I'll be getting a new one when I can afford it 'cos I won't be plagued by crap performance anymore. Maybe the position is full time too and I can get me some insurance. That would be absolutely wonderful! To get us out of the financial hole we're in and also enjoy some health insurance, no matter how sorry it is, will take a huge load off my shoulders. I may not be home much if I'm working 16 hours a day, but when I am home, I can breathe easy, knowing that I won't lose my home and Aunt Tudi won't be deprived of anything she needs or wants. And the critters can get their yearly shots, which their all late getting because I can't afford it. I never thought I'd end up working at Wally World, but I don't care. It's a job that will provide me with money I desperately need. That's all that matters now. It's great to be an American. Blah.

Owls

Thanks to our beloved Führer, I'm having to break down and try to make some money from selling my owls. Aunt Tudi and I are going back to the flea market on Saturday. If anyone knows if any of these owls are worth more than I would get at the flea market, please alert me. I don't want to do something stupid because I'm po. I feel stupid enough as it is.

Aeon

Even though it's really bad, Aleister might like this one, since he inspired it after all.

Aeon

How many days have the ravens flown across the slated sky,
In search of the messages about the Child Most High,
The Aeon who will come at dawn and bring the New Age forth
Where enlightened ones will live in peace all around the Earth?
How many days has it been, my love. How many more will pass?
The ravens' wings grow tired, my love. How long can they last?

©Tracy Angelina Evans
11 November, 1996

The reason why I post poems occasionally is because I find them and feel I can always access them here when I lose them again. And I do mean when, not if, because I'm about as organised as a catatonic maniac on amphetamines.

barf

Aunt Tudi is shoving cantaloupe in her face and it's putrid, wafting that nauseating odour across the living room to assault my olfactory nerve. She said, "I'd offer you some of this, but I know you'd refuse."

"You love me enough not to offer me that melon," I replied. "Because it smells and tastes like arse!"

That's why I call cantaloupe arse melon. What were the Mighties thinking when they created this pod of filth? They had to have been smoking wacky weed or squorching down an unseemly amount of magick mushrooms. Either that or some of the gods hate us and want us to suffer the existence of arse melon here on what would otherwise be a perfect realm of beauty and wonder.