There's no time left so this will be brief after all who has time enough left to dwell upon musings of others when one's own life hasn't been properly relived if same could be had for the living. Sadly, happily our existences have met if upon these words you dwell. Tragically, comically; wisely, stupidly; chastely, carnally; poorly, richly; yes, you will know me, but you can keep your secrets -- you can pry into my life, you seek, you see, you know, but of you I know nothing -- or do I? Does the writer, dead or alive, peer from the page and stare at the reader, as the reader stares at the page and thus the writer? What fantasy, fiction, fact or fate awaits? I suspect you have the power -- you may see me, but I cannot see you -- so if you are the voyeur, then let me do my best to exhibit -- do not chastise me for my immodesty as I only wish to reveal -- time has stripped all vanity thus this will be brief after all who has time enough left to dwell upon musings of others when one's own life is at the precipice of the abyss... tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Jimmy pasted his head on a photograph of Judy Garland and the police confiscated it shortly after they found his lover's head in a garbage container. He made the Daily News and several other lurid publications gave him notice. His mother saved the articles. He ran from a house of stinking barking dogs only to find he himself was so and so he ran and ran and ran! He ran from everything -- he sat among strangers in a strange tavern, he worked among strangers, he slept with strangers, his family were strangers, and his phone calls become stranger and stranger and stranger! He had nightmares of roadkill and garbage cans, priests and perverts, dogs and derelicts, hairy beasts sleeping under his bed, or worse yet in it. He mused perhaps this was not the way everyone lives, no one lives as anyone else, he concluded his life to be tout le monde and lived on and on and on!!!
Posted by DONALD at 2:19 AM