Ahhhh....[bleep]

 

They're reading it. As in, now. My God. My anxiety has anxiety right now. Truly. Knowing that this said act would occur sometime within six to eight weeks was okay; knowing that this said act is occuring....now. NOW?! Eeegad. Attention; we are reading your book now. Kinda thrilling but since my anxiety has anxiety...kinda squirmy. I'm re-reading/re-listening to the whole thing right now just so I can...look at what they're looking at, kind of like peering over their shoulder. 

Ahhhh..... Fuck. :x

I had two immediate thoughts/images/word masses come into my mind upon the receipt of this email:

                                                    This...

As did this poem:

[in Just-]

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee

-ish

And now I need a cigarette.