Sitting in this dismel post-Cold War American ex-bunker turned brothel in Lostn Texas, thinking….that the entirety of my life has been spent either in the direct need of love or the very loathing of it.
“Suesy, a little lighter dear, how do expect me to work like this ….that sloshing of saliva and skin….”
“….ah, thats better love.”
“Tina, child….can you get your favorite patron another scotch…”
See, when your a kid, a single day could fly by before your eyes as the sun rises and falls on the sheltered streets of a sub urbane american dream, thats why at 44, I sit in this shithole laughing for hours at the fact that the past 30 years has flown by like a 747 running from 2 cruise missiles. Ah yes, why I am writing this. Well, I’m not getting any younger…
…..Yes sir, even my ramblings will end up the way of the dodo eventually. Actually more like the way of the homo sapien. All my drawn out utterances will eventually fall head over heels tripping over its own self emposed hurtles left soley with its own self-destruction stinging the air with a tangable current; speaking volumes about its fruadulant, primitive past. Yet nothing changes, the essence of life is identical for everyone and everything. I suppose you could also label this ideological never changing essence, God, but that’s for those needing the sugar coating.
…To be Continued.
c’mon….its ok, go ahead–
chum around like the loverless glutton you tend to be
the trees are swimming with apples, the roots flexing their auspitious muscles
and you are still.
bland apprehentions walk through your mind
running in time with the waltz that the oboe player insisted on playing
the orchestra pissed, rather had played the ragtime standard
deceptions in return for another dear diary response…
let me lay on you…
you can sit in me…
delightful jubilee destined for jeers
coffee tends to be blacker when no cream or sugar is added
suppose-ability = hurt expectations
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” -Schopenhauer
“The weight of the burden is known only by he who caries it” -Unknown
“Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have while working.”-Giacometti
We celibrated our friend Jess’s Birthday on Saturday in the D. There was good conversation, a few drinks, some dancing, some topless dancing, bible stealing, and even an earlicking for good measure. All in all …a splendid evening indeed. PICS