You know what?
Fuck it, cause I'm having a great hair day. At least I got
that. I need not tell you that in today's emotional currency it is equal to a
malted milkshake, a cigarette, a small bong toke. Nice.
Like I said, it's a great hair day as I see it for a couple
of reasons:
1) I can get a fine tooth comb through it.
2) It has a shiny, bouncy appearance, quite unlike its usual mosquito nest of dried coyote thistle.
3)
Jesus himself would have been happy with the peace, love and understanding
generated by my flowing amber locks.
4) Why the hell not feel good about something when everything else seems so wrong.
Like my $4.50 hr. job at the Esplanade Manor (for the
mentally ill, it is understood locally). And my luck (or lack of it) with
females--and I've tried, goddammit, really I have.
Like the Adventuress Wanted dual ads in the Chico and Sacramento News
and Reviews.
Like the Adventuress Wanted sign with phone number posted in
the window of my travelling Green Metal Army Van Camper.
Like the emotionally suicidal letter to Wreath, with whom I
will have to work forever knowing that she knows that I know that she knows
that I want to fuck her like a bandit.
Like all my admirers being mentally ill. And you can't date
the mentally ill.
Although, within their own society no one wants for sex for
long. It is paid for with cigarettes, coffee & lifelong mementos. It is sad
to see some people part with their durable goods for something so cheap, almost
without value but precisely beyond value, like the rise and decimation of some
crazy postwar European economy.
Masturbation is free. Always will be. You know that’s one
thing the Bush Administration really hasn't tapped. Like Abstinence. Hey!
Masturbation, it's the right thing to do. Yah! We going to show you how to POMP
YOUSELF UP.
And all those uncomfortable tv ads for petroleum based
lubricants. When you’re down on your luck, I know you all sympathize--Have a
sex change and become a girl with far away eyes.
And just what the hell is being accomplished here?
Later.
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