Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Dolores
"You're a hard artery, a charlatan, and my favorite scholar." A pretty girl once said that to me in a dream. I don't know what it means, but I'll take it anyway. You know how guys are; if the sun had a cute smile and a set of tits, we'd all be blind.
There’s been a great deal of boohooing going on. This is what happens when you fall out of your loops and come back to find your spokes dented and the rims curvy because you let it roll down the wrong hill. Surfers tie themselves to their boards, but the ocean treats a man with more dignity than pavement. Why hug the earth if it doesn’t hug back?
But don’t get yourself down; the boss has gotta let a few roll down those cheeks if he is to keep his sanity. It’s no good to waste your life on the poop deck, anyway. The captain gets mad.
MYW at 9:08 PM
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