the platitudes of willful resemblance

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.