Take a crack at my tackle.
My life is like a large tar pit, I’m playing with extinction. I think there’s a varied sense I should be doing something this week, but I’m too lazy and too stupid to get it in gear. We saw this lady yesterday with a small dog. I assume she was a big flaming (if that’s not the right term, I don’t know what is) lesbian. We were at a gay coffee place. Maybe lesbians don’t flame, maybe they deflame. I don’t know. Anyway she had a small dog. If she wasn’t a deflaming lesbian, it doesn’t matter. She had a Rhode Island accent that could saw through concrete. I’m not even slightly exaggerating. She sounded like she beat up cops for her morning exercise. Whoa. I really hate coffee, but I keep drinking mocha-this and mocha-that like an expert. What do I care, I just want to feel strung out.
I know its pride month. I keep hoping I’ll get a check in the mail. Or they’ll show a Toxic Avenger marathon instead of some lesbian folk duo. Mutants wielding mops are far more relevant to my lifestyle. I have more in common with sad pathetic geeks than I do with cut, buff, pretty young things. So what am I? See, this is where those kids in school who call you a fag because you’re a dork get it right, because I’m a fag, but I’m a sad pathetic dork as well. So it’s not really that they were wrong, it’s just that they didn’t realize that a lot of really hot guys were going to be fags as well, so they should just have called me a geek and left it at that. But then some of the things I called them back were far worse, so it’s not like I’m complaining. I never had the ability to hold back on a good insult. Or to stop myself from being mean. I was small but nasty. Oh, I still am.
I was having “Muppet Baby” flash backs last night. I couldn’t sleep. It was odd. So I got up and watched HBO family, and “The Little Prince” was on. It was the part were Bob Fosse dances in the desert because he’s a snake. So, there’s this little 8 year old boy watching a grown man dressed all in black, with a goatee and smoking and wearing a bowler hat start doing jazz-hands in the desert. It was surreal. Only I would wake up to this scene. Anyway, interesting thing, it was 1974 and this one dance number contained EVERY dance move I’ve ever seen Michael Jackson do. All of them, even a variation of the moon-walk. Not being the biggest of Fosse fans, I’m not all that well acquainted with all his choreography, and I’d never seen him dance before, just his protégés. Now Michael Jackson looks even less talented in my eyes. I mean, Bob Fosse looked so evil. If the stupid snake song hadn’t been so lame I might have liked it. Insomnia pays off for a change (no masturbation).
~m
I know its pride month. I keep hoping I’ll get a check in the mail. Or they’ll show a Toxic Avenger marathon instead of some lesbian folk duo. Mutants wielding mops are far more relevant to my lifestyle. I have more in common with sad pathetic geeks than I do with cut, buff, pretty young things. So what am I? See, this is where those kids in school who call you a fag because you’re a dork get it right, because I’m a fag, but I’m a sad pathetic dork as well. So it’s not really that they were wrong, it’s just that they didn’t realize that a lot of really hot guys were going to be fags as well, so they should just have called me a geek and left it at that. But then some of the things I called them back were far worse, so it’s not like I’m complaining. I never had the ability to hold back on a good insult. Or to stop myself from being mean. I was small but nasty. Oh, I still am.
I was having “Muppet Baby” flash backs last night. I couldn’t sleep. It was odd. So I got up and watched HBO family, and “The Little Prince” was on. It was the part were Bob Fosse dances in the desert because he’s a snake. So, there’s this little 8 year old boy watching a grown man dressed all in black, with a goatee and smoking and wearing a bowler hat start doing jazz-hands in the desert. It was surreal. Only I would wake up to this scene. Anyway, interesting thing, it was 1974 and this one dance number contained EVERY dance move I’ve ever seen Michael Jackson do. All of them, even a variation of the moon-walk. Not being the biggest of Fosse fans, I’m not all that well acquainted with all his choreography, and I’d never seen him dance before, just his protégés. Now Michael Jackson looks even less talented in my eyes. I mean, Bob Fosse looked so evil. If the stupid snake song hadn’t been so lame I might have liked it. Insomnia pays off for a change (no masturbation).
~m