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Went job hunting today…

Pretty decent results. The first place I went to is just up the road, opened only a few weeks ago. The clerk couldn’t give me the application fast enough, so I’m gonna assume that that’s a good thing….

The second place wasn’t looking for new workers, but they were looking for artists! It’s a sort of florist-wedding-funeral type place, and the clerk/owner (I live in a small town, you see) said that they sometimes sell local art as cards, paintings, etc. She asked for some samples, so…. I’m gonna work on some samples, I guess. She asked for motivational-fru-fru feel good art, angels, kids being adorable, cherubs, that kind of thing, so I shouldn’t have too hard of a time.

So, yeah. Please send good luck vibes my way, you guys, I need it!

Aching To Pupate by savethespoons I should peddle butterflies There’s a shortage in the city I’ll stand on a street corner All mysterious and giddy When the passers-by pass by I will open up my trenchcoat They will see the butterflies Dangling like fake rolexes Every morning i’ll wake up With a purpose and a smirk I’ll put on my fake moustache I’ll drink heineken, eat cornflakes Then i’ll call my mom and dad Tell them that i’m doing fine Or i’ll write a tipsy letter To a real good friend of mine Or i’ll jump up on the bed Waltzing madly with the broomstick But before i leave the house I will fill my lips with lipstick But peddling is a dirty sport There’s competition in the city Everyone is on a street corner All mysterious and giddy Some are selling bags and shoes Some are selling books and gold I’ve been standing here for days Not one butterfly’s been sold  *****A sort-of WIP. It’s finished for now, but I may edit it some more later. Inspired by the song Aching To Pupate by Regina Spektor
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Aching To Pupate by savethespoons

I should peddle butterflies 
There’s a shortage in the city 
I’ll stand on a street corner 
All mysterious and giddy 
When the passers-by pass by 
I will open up my trenchcoat 
They will see the butterflies 
Dangling like fake rolexes 

Every morning i’ll wake up 
With a purpose and a smirk 
I’ll put on my fake moustache 
I’ll drink heineken, eat cornflakes 
Then i’ll call my mom and dad 
Tell them that i’m doing fine 
Or i’ll write a tipsy letter 
To a real good friend of mine 
Or i’ll jump up on the bed 
Waltzing madly with the broomstick 
But before i leave the house 
I will fill my lips with lipstick 

But peddling is a dirty sport 
There’s competition in the city 
Everyone is on a street corner 
All mysterious and giddy 
Some are selling bags and shoes 
Some are selling books and gold 
I’ve been standing here for days 
Not one butterfly’s been sold 

*****
A sort-of WIP. It’s finished for now, but I may edit it some more later. 

Inspired by the song Aching To Pupate by Regina Spektor

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