Random Realities
Phffft!
Some people say I'm obsessive-compulsive. That is so untrue.
I just
do what I
gotta do, man.
I flicked my Bic before the eyes of my little dog, Sugar, and said, "See?" reassuring her that yes, I am God.
As a writer, I don't
want to be the splash of nipple-warm cream in your morning latte. I don't want
to bring delighted smiles to your pouty pink lips as you snuggle up to the
comfort of my gentle wisdom. No, as a writer I want to be the fuckin' cop
in your rear view mirror. I want to be the unspeakable thing that goes bump in
your darkest night. I want to hit you between the eyes with a smackdown of
adrenalin truth, and bring you awakened on your knees, trembling to your senses.
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You don't have to think like me to be my
friend. Likewise, you don't have to try to convince me to think like you.
You bring great value to our beautiful friendship that goes much deeper than your
stupid beliefs.
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The saddest day of my life was when I realized I was already too old to have a
mentor, and still too dumb to be one.
I was wondering the other day, "What is my
particular gift?"
Roxanne said, "You have the ability to make
people laugh."
And I said, "No, I mean what do I get?"
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No matter what other misfortunes my parents might have heaped on me when I was a
child, at least they didn't nickname me "Squeaky." How could I not be grateful
for that?
One problem with being
57 years old and a child of the 60's is that I don't know whether to blame acid flashbacks or
encroaching senility for some of the things I do. Sometimes I see rainbows
in my oatmeal. Especially when I smear it all over the dog.
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I'll have to think about it. Maybe talk it over. __________________________________________________________
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I'm going to continue writing humorous things, but I'm going to quit making
them reliant on those stupid, underlying elements of truth. That's so bogus.
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So many levels to the truth
Perspectives on it, too, The purest blacks and whites of youth, Blend grey, upon review. T.
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I downloaded a bootleg copy of a spyware scanner to protect my computer.
When I fired it up, it infected my PC with a real nasty virus.
I hate justice when it happens to me.
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We Are
For all our fears, yet unmet, we are not cowards. For all our truths, yet unrevealed, we are not liars. For all our questions, yet unanswered, we are not hopeless. For all our dreams, yet unwakened, we are not asleep. For all we are not, we are. T.
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