Childish Things That Make Me Smile – To Go Boxes


I work at a restaurant, and we are obligated to draw on to go boxes with a sharpie. I have been meaning to refine my shoddy drawing skills, so I have undertaken a wide-scoped guerrilla art project. I normally just let the creations flutter off into the universe stuffed full of pizza and destined for trash cans after, ideally, inspiring a chuckle or two. I particularly liked today’s batch, so I am posting for posterity.It is entitled “The Great Loves of a Meager Skunk”.



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Translation for those who can’t read my chicken scratch:


1. Her eyes blazed like electrical storms, devastating and wondrous. She loved him, she denied him, and loved him again. A manic cycle that finally broke, but not with calamity and tears, but with a tragic sigh.


2. He knew at once that she was too good for him. The pearled oyster among the bottom feeders, a beauty of grace and defiant charm. He won her by surprise and a silver tongue. It was one night and she startled and disappeared. He smiles warmly when he remembers. Maybe she does too.


3. She was, is, and will always be a dancer. Even after she passes beyond the flesh, she will twirl among tombstones and haunt her lovers in the same way all cherished memories do, a gracious and profound sadness at the fleetingness of true beauty.


4. She was unwinnalbe. She loved so many, but would be owned by no man. Perhaps, had their paths crossed sooner, he could have had her for more than one divine evening. But that will have to be enough.


5. What did it mean? Probably nothing, almost certainly nothing. But it was intense, desperate and cut to the soul. They parted with delicate simpers, like they had fooled a schoolmaster.


6. He spent so many years wondering the labyrinth of her mind. So lovely, so vibrant, yet endlessly tortured. He held a tireless faith that love would save her, but, in the end, he emerged from the labyrinth defeated. And in marched the next soul hoping to slay the monster within.


7. She was the first. She wanted him to love her. He wanted to love her. He left because she had no future. In years to come, scores of women would toss him away for the same reason.


 


 


 

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Published on August 27, 2012 15:24
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