Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Torrents
On a little shelf above my monitor, sitting transfixed, as if enjoying some delightful intravenous cocktail, are six dolls culled from various Disney movies. From where I am sitting tonight at this very large wooden desk (I think it is poplar), their petticoats are flopped up and I can see the coochies of all of them: Belle, Cinderella, Pocahontas, Jasmine, and Anastasia but not Ariel because she is a mermaid and her orifice is a something of a mystery to me.Somebody had a mind to place them there. What was the cause and effect? These sort of things I wonder aloud for clarity, that isn't it amusing? Almost every rationale is influenced by certain random characteristics, such as the temperature, amount of lighting, time since one's last orgasm, and I have to smile. But then I choose to frown instead.
It has been a fair many months since I have composed a piece of interesting literature. At this point it would be advisable to explain why, but I can't see the value of this post anymore.
I would like to dedicate my work for the poor to Richard Scarry, who has made a name for himself popularizing doodles of animals tripping on complex entheogenic compounds.
Julio played pool almost every day. Dashing from geometry class, his last of the day, he wouldn't even allow himself time to place his materials in his binder before dashing off to the billiard hall. Thus, it was not an uncommon for mothers coming to collect their children from school to see him running, his backpack jumping up and down to smack him in the ass at every step, sprinting to get to the poolhall before Ralph, his older buddy from out of town, had to get back to his wife and kids.
Julio accepted pool as a basic model of his life. Too lazy to play football, too stupid to play chess, Julio chose to play pool, to hang around in stinky boozehalls with men he hated in order to eventually take their money. He was really nothing more than a prostitute. The men played to win, to feel the ballsack-cleansing rush of victory when they could conquer his stupid, pimply bitch ass. But Julio continually tricked them out of their orgasms, denying them any satisfaction in exchange for their comfortable wads of dollar bills.
"Balls," Julio announced. "15 of 'em."
"16 if you count the cue," added Ralph.
"Shit."
MYW at 11:21 PM
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