art market

 

I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Over and over again, Sunday morning when I wake up, it's the first thing I hear in my head and it won't stop. It's not even proper English, is it? It doesn't even make sense. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I don't even go to church, I don't believe in God. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. In a mind-numbing sing-song little melody, the same each time, insipid, like "Yankee Doodle Dandy". It won't stop, I can't make it stop. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Did I dream about art, church?

I have to make coffee, call my mom, make coffee, call my mom. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Make this go away, how can I make this go away? I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Pick up the living room, do the dishes, sweep up the doghair, so much doghair, empty the ashtrays full of cigaret butts after the SVU TV marathon last night. (Escapism.) I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Always dirty dishes, always dirty ashtrays. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church.

We sweep every day because both dogs are shedding like a fountain, getting their new spring coats. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. We bathed them and groomed them on Friday but they both continue to produce hair endlessly. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Brush them all day and hair continues to clog the brush, unendingly. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church.

I'm not allowing myself the first pill until after 8 a.m., and each day I try to wait until I just can't stand it anymore. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Today it's only 8:05 and I run to the bottle. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church.

Maybe if I play some music. The Rolling Stones, maybe. Tattoo You is on the turntable from a few days ago when I wanted to hear "Tops" and "Heaven". I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. "Start Me Up" should stop it. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. These pills are pure evil. I've got to stop smoking, too, somehow, I've got to stop smoking. Stop smoking, stop smoking, stop smoking. Evil. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Don't wanna be your slave

I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church. Start me up and never stop. Dishes, doghair, ashtrays, always dirty dishes. I'm the guy that markets the art in my church.

There is a report on happiness studies in the newspaper. It says that people cannot be left to determine their own happiness levels because they don't really understand. It says that drug addicts always report being happy.

 

- Terry Durst