Please be kind. I have written the first half or so of a very bad screenplay that goes from a erudite stuffed pig's thoughts to my poem "saintless." Read it, and tell me if I should (a) keep as is-ish, (b) ditch the pig part, (c) ditch the "saintless" part, or (d) ditch the all part. (If I keep the pig part, it will end with an Oliver V.O. that is interrupted by a small child picking him up and hugging him. Probably.)
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
