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My haberdashery is infect with moths. They

  • My haberdashery is infect with moths. They scream
  • my eternal torment with whispering voices. Dark is my haberdashery, and dreary, and cold. Within the horrifying vastness of time, I cower in the back room. The moths portend
  • days of lamentation amongst the soft furnishings. O Great Haberdasher, tell me how to sew a seamless fold in the fabric we call life whose warp & weft weave dreamless through time
  • unending. Teach me the secret to the perfect angle at which the fedora meets the great cranium in the sky. I shall serve thy greatness, O Great Haberdasher, until the end of
  • time! I shall kneel before thy glorious Haberdashery and make thee sacrifices with my seam ripper. I shall serve and obey you- only teach me how to sew a sexy, well-tailored suit
  • and please include room & board and professional upkeep. I have a preference for Sunday for my day off but I'm flexible on that point. I expect OSHA compliant working conditions.
  • Plus, a monthly increase in salary, due to cost of living. Also: I require absolute silence between the hours of 9pm and 9am, so I can write my tangents. And I prefer neutral decor
  • with a window that's soundproofed to human voices when it's open, but lets through the petrichor, the faraway trains, and the lonely howls of wolves. I must gaze down upon treetops
  • the tranquility could not keep me here. I needed to wonder the desolate streets embracing the sounds of the night. I got dressed and left the room for the city.
  • I stepped onto the cobblestone, heels and head high. At last, I can finally embrace my dreams.
Started
2014-07-03 13:57:59
Finished
2024-05-02 19:32:31

1 Comments

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    KieferSkunk May 03 2024 @ 04:09

    This is really quite good!

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