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on a sunny sunday in summer, solstice somewhere south of this session, i sit summarizing my situation.
not to be outdone by professional, full time, corporate sponsored hermits. well above those whose brain chemistry fizzles and sizzles with crackles and pops from too many radio stations broadcasting from within. parallel to, but asynchronous from, a superhero fighting the fight that isn't in the public eye (say, someone who robs trees of a single leaf).
too far from the computer, but also wants to go out and have a coffee. but a coffee may make me cough, and i have been coughing too much this past week for any of that. no, i want to go out and enjoy myself for crying out loud. maybe go to a book store. or...a computer shop. or a sex toy fair. or church. or to the mall to buy some clothes. or surf the web...no, don't surf the web. you do that all the time.
tall, lugubrious, with a streak of melancholy and a splash of enthusiastic hopefulness that is washed out by the citrus of cynical embolism. languid, walking with a sense of irony through the stores. they notice him because he calls to be not noticed. and they forget about him. but they think he might be a terrorist cause he wasn't paying attention to the commercials. he looked bored.
the wallet raises him an extra half inch on his right side. people know how many receipts or dollars he has with him. receipts. never carry cash. what if there is a revolution and you can't use credit any more and cash is all that matters? then you wouldn't want to have money cause they might kill you for it. but without money you might get some pity and scrape a few loaves of bread together. die of starvation rather than murder and rape.
that car is just waiting to take you someplace.
not to be outdone by professional, full time, corporate sponsored hermits. well above those whose brain chemistry fizzles and sizzles with crackles and pops from too many radio stations broadcasting from within. parallel to, but asynchronous from, a superhero fighting the fight that isn't in the public eye (say, someone who robs trees of a single leaf).
too far from the computer, but also wants to go out and have a coffee. but a coffee may make me cough, and i have been coughing too much this past week for any of that. no, i want to go out and enjoy myself for crying out loud. maybe go to a book store. or...a computer shop. or a sex toy fair. or church. or to the mall to buy some clothes. or surf the web...no, don't surf the web. you do that all the time.
tall, lugubrious, with a streak of melancholy and a splash of enthusiastic hopefulness that is washed out by the citrus of cynical embolism. languid, walking with a sense of irony through the stores. they notice him because he calls to be not noticed. and they forget about him. but they think he might be a terrorist cause he wasn't paying attention to the commercials. he looked bored.
the wallet raises him an extra half inch on his right side. people know how many receipts or dollars he has with him. receipts. never carry cash. what if there is a revolution and you can't use credit any more and cash is all that matters? then you wouldn't want to have money cause they might kill you for it. but without money you might get some pity and scrape a few loaves of bread together. die of starvation rather than murder and rape.
that car is just waiting to take you someplace.