The Champion (who lived toilet trained)
“Writer--a depository
Re-depositing waste into
The world”
Deep is the sinkhole of the mind of man
As he looks down the
Whole of existence.
6-feet deep in shit beneath the surface
Of a reality of the unseen
How much ground can pile on top
Of the shoulders of the Atlas-like man of letters?
How much bullshit can he spew out into the world
Of forgotten promises
Fallen dreams of fairytales
On the surface sets a promise a mass that sets her sails
Aboard the ship of uncertainty
I am tied upon a mast…
Odysseus avoids the Sirens
I release the past!
Resonating--resignedly--
Purging is the practice of cathextion par excellence.
The German and the Gentleman
The gentleman: “mastery of a skill, why the Sam-hell would anyone bother to do that? ‘Efficient?’ what kind of numb-skulled, brain-surgeon thinks anyone has the time to acquire anything like a lesson from another. I say… by George I’m too busy! I run around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to repeatedly avoid the rat race of the city, and you are so convoluted as to think I have a moment to waste on being more efficient?…Well, I’ll tell you a thing or two Mr. OCD efficiency officer--with far two much time to parade around policing out judgments on another- get a life, will ya! Come on…I have an agenda today:
Breakfast
Drive my car
(From my house, with my things, which I obtained from my…)
Work
Lunch--eat, drink and don’t be merry
Work
Busy-busy-busy (didn’t get any work done got side-tracked)
Dinner
(my God who has time to shop)
Love on the wife--no mate (wife’s too dehumanizing and possessive for a politically correct properly core family such as ours--she says)
Sleep
Pete and repeat were brothers and I have to do this because it’s necessary. This is ALL I have to do today.
Can you believe it? Like I said, I got no snow-balls chance in hell of getting a second for myself! I have rights you know--who has the privilege of obtaining anything from others?”
The German: “Bountiful are the “duties” of an American man suffering the condemnation of the human condition. That’s why shit doesn’t get done!
Yeah that’s sarcastic repressed, and often expressed anger. Cope-u-lating: the process of fucking up while you cope. That’s where all the fuck-ups come from--ya know?-- the Elysian fields-- I think, that’s Greek to me!”
a bonmot cliché!
What’s in your drawer? A jewelry box with Pearls of wisdom; what else would you keep in the kitchen but valuables?
Mr. Rogers: “Roses are red and violets are bluish
If it wasn’t for Jesus, we’d all be Jewish.”
Ms. Rogers: “Thank God Jesus came! So our mothers didn’t have to be virgins and we don’t have to be perfect children!” (wink, wink)
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