on another blog I saw…
Assholes… it is Friday… and life is good!
that isn’t what was written but it is what my mind wanted to read. so there you have it…
Assholes, it is Friday and life is good.
May 27, 2011
“if it was up to me, honey,
my beard would be 3 ft. long
I’d never cut my toe nails,
live in Tangier
eating oranges and
writing poems.”
“is that a poem?”
“no, it’s simply not true.”
May 26, 2011
woke up today with a massive headache – from a tenseness in the shoulder region, bridging into the neck region.
this is always an ominous start to the day – I prefer sex dreams which are always an auspicious start to the day.
Although waking with a massive erection is a bit of trouble and waiting for it to subside usually results in falling back to sleep.
today I am mostly waiting for the headache to mend and trying to figure a way out of doing the dishes.
May 26, 2011
If I knew what to write…
I would have done so already.
There are thousands of words lined up waiting for attention at my IBM Selectric III. there is a tenseness in my shoulders which is found to be un-ignorable. I read the Harper’s Index and as usual found irritation and disgust among its figures. There is no way out of this mess – only through it, maybe.
Life isn’t a rat race but a series of uninteresting mazes without cheese at the end. No cheese, not even the government cheese.
certainly no wine and crackers unless you are in a daycare filled with white folks. proof of God’s sense of humor can be found in every bathroom across the nation simply by locating the sink and looking above it at eye level.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 