DADDY sez...

buzzed much of my body hair back down to an extremely short crop.

so now I look once again like a 14-year-old boy

or a Renaissance statue

near hairless and glistening in the yellow glow of sunset light streaming through the windows,

the brown tresses from my head, unbrushed and draped messily about my shoulders, at once elegant and insouciant.


blank eyes staring out a thousand miles or more. his beloved absent, he can only stand there and listen to the muffled city noises and the tenuous images he holds in his mind and heart.

waify, warm n' fuzzy. all alone.


i just thought you'd like to know that.

you know, for informational puposes

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toasted t. joe's tuscan bread

with dijon mustard, ______ ________ ______, and romaine lettuce.

mmm...

that gave me a psychic chubby.

i don't know that I maybe never even heard that term before I heard you use it. so then, how do I know that I know what it means?

always in your references, the food is what gives it to you.

i dunno.

it's you that gives me the chubby.

yeah, well you give me a boner.

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No amount of bleach or abrasive or scrubbing will make the grout between the bathtub tiles any less stained.

Taint no cure. Surrender all hope.

Okay, the truth is: much of the mold is gone and it's probably as germ-free as it's gonna get.

But I want perfection. How do neurotic housewives do it?

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it's weird.

the straighter I get, the gayer I become.

I'm not sure how that fuckin' works, how opposites tend to rise simultaneously: getting smarter/dumber, clear/confused...

Hey! you think maybe schiziphrenia is my ordinary?

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L - "Some people fall in love with cows, but that's a LIVING thing."

A - "Yeah, at least that actually has a vagina."

me. - (just sitting there being creeped out)

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I give you permission to dance. Not that you need it from me or anyone.

The thing is: I want you to dance. I want you to dance as much as you can because I know it makes you happy.

I want to see you dance. I want you to dance for you. I want you to dance for me.

I want you to dance because seeing you dance makes me happy.

I want you.

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oh yeah, one more thing -

L. just came home, stirring me from my almost-slumber

i just remembered, and also to add to the growing list of reasons that should convince you that i'm totally gone...

at around 5:40pm (the blue digital clock was the brightest thing in front of me) as i leaned back in the seat of my truck waiting for someone, i closed my eyes

all restless - my mind flipping between business, family, family business, you, business, family, you, family business...

trying to stop or at least slow my thoughts. stuff kept bothering me and jolting me out of the stillness. very annoying.

i suddenly got the impression that you were there. i mean not there there, but the Shape - the essence that is you and only you, moved through me briefly creating this infinite stillpoint of calm...

then the various concerns pulled me back into the ping pong spin of thought-trash.

but that one slow moment stands out amongst the noise like a light kiss to the jugular amid a bustling crowd.

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