Sunday, August 07, 2005

Ode to linoleum flooring

I love the word linoleum. I love the way the word slips off your tong, use it anytime and it will sure bring you right back up pronto. Ah yes, linoleum is what makes me tick. I would die for the word linoleum, I really, really would. If I knew that I must go so linoleum could stay I would go without question.

On the other hand I hate linoleum, I know I said I love the word linoleum but I really hate real linoleum, I hate it with everything that I am, I hate the way it sounds. I hate when you walk on it barefoot and it peels of your foot with the sounds of sticky tack. I hate the way it shines, I hate to look at it, I hate the ways it feels. I hate it so much that my hate turns into jet back ooze that runs down my forehead and if it should hit the ground, may nothing grow there for ten thousand years. Yes that’s how much I hate Linoleum.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

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