City Vox & Memories of Dog St. by Kitty Clark & GHXYK2 |
| City Vox | |
| the rain today is really getting to me i thought that documents couldnt spoil since the e-paper revolution but guess again i guess, i discovered a bag of soggy suds a minute ago. apparently there is a gluey substance that can react to water in the coating formula and the mixture attracts pests to the office . what a distraction ,when u got a broken boss breathing down ur back for the next pile of numbers like a fan thats on turbo , the last thing you need is a bunch of rodents sniffing around the candy bars i got stashed in my cabinet. i would bring my dog in to serve look out but i dont liek the way people behave when you bring some thing from the "outside" "in". | kicking off with a new marketing strategys for this week starts at the 'look at me' as suggested by ben mancino a relatively new face at the company with only 2 months real experience as a junior marketitng admin. "what you need to do is make the text as big and bold as you can until its barely readable, then you put the name of the product and write in bright lights above it "LOOK AT ME" and people cant stop themeselves."look out all you oldies, even at 9yrs old he's clearly snapping at your boots!
in the mid level canteen we will be sad to see mrs juniper have her last day as dinner lady but as a special treat all the employees that eat in this floor will be cooking for her for once! thats right, if you are part of offices 23-28 or a non exec member of the edgars group you beter was your hands and strap on an apron becauase wedneday 23rd is farewell chicen korma day! (the rest of the copy has mochachini spiled on it) |
| Memories of Dog St. | |
| yeah i remember pier 12 recalls the smoked out dusty hippy dog it had a plank with my name on it, i carved it with a hunting knive i bought from the bait shop which one? oh, juppy wormies, has a panel in the back, knock 3 times and you can walk right through a secret passage to main street but they dont advertise that or everyone would be padding tru the whole time he sniffs the air , i watch sea air cool down his hot head. a sack of bricks is by his foot in this basket down by the old pier 12 which is now being turned into a cement boat dock, actually nothing much will change, fisherman will just get less splinters in there butts. but this dog is gonna miss the old days "theres no hound when im not around, and when my bodies gone like my name before it, thats just another dog in the dust" | bow wow called the prince from his crystal chambers please fetch me my slippers , dog, do you remember where i left them beside the bath tub? when there was no reply the prince ached for the memory for the gut renching reactions for the trail of muddy memories the memories of a place once visited on a summer not as long ago as you might think the prince fumbled for a telephone , the latest model , and dialled operator 91 , the district of a town on the other side of the planet. 'tell me about the place you are , anything will do' im sorry sir, which number do you want? im not allowed to talk to our clients i dont want a number , i want to remember! tell me about a street in your small town, the one by the harbour all i can remember is its dusty there and we picked up a stray just before returning to my ivory tower im sorry sir , this isnt allowed. i have to hang up now, its my break now anyway the prince fell to the floor as he slipped on his tears fallen by the memories of dog street. |