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| What was it that woke me up? This is a game I play here
in L.A. Was it a dog barking or a woman in hysterics laughing uncontrollably.
It was one or the other. The sounds came from a singular source,
thus it was not both in chorus. Whatever it was, now I'm awake having
completed the very domesticated tasks of making oatmeal and coffee.
What is it that my life has become? I'm sitting in front of a computer
writing about oatmeal and coffee and the preparation of. Who the
hell cares? I certainly don't give two squirts in the dark about
it. Do I give one? No, never once has oatmeal or coffee brought
to me any excitement let alone arousal. But...if you think about
it. A nice flower vase full of warm, fresh off the stove oatmeal
could provide just the right...."Hey, somebody's been sticking their dick
in my porridge!" "Somebody's also been sticking their dick in my
porridge!" "Somebody stuck their dick in my porridge and found it
to be just right."
Would Hemmingway have written about fucking oatmeal in a vase
if he had had access to the internet and been allowed to blither about
whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted without the slightest bonds
of censorship?
Nine days and counting until I reenter the work force of America.
I'd really rather not. People say they go nuts with boredom without
a job. These are some boring people. I've been busy as ever
without a spare moment or a moment to spare. I have no time for this
"working for money" way of life. Can't the world let me do the work
I want to do? I'm writing my damn stories. Doing the damn web
column. Somebody give me money so this way of life doesn't come grinding
to a dead halt. I do mean "dead" when I say "dead." My alternative
lifestyle is running the risk of breathing its last breath. Flashing
its last grin. Writing its last word. Fucking its last oat.
There must be some sort of disability pay for scribblomaniacal oatophiles
with broad poetic license. Mustn't there? No, there most likely
isn't. Let's coddle blind lesbian cripples with down syndrome by
giving them all sorts of government aid and not give a penny to healthy
men like me who just happen to not want to work. I should be applauded
and showered in cash, for I am making a decision. The government
gives all kinds of money to people who are physically incapable of work,
but show them that you have in mind to make the choice not to work and
they won't give you a cent. Hell, they'll even blame you for it!
Enough of this for today. I don't have work to do. Have a good weekend. |