11.22.2007

I give thanks for a tropical future

Predictably the night air is chilly, though later this year than usual. We are tempted to suggest global warming. We are promised a divine climate, though not soon. This is a present to our many descendants. Right now, we still have autumn, and soon, the end of life as we know it -- winter.

11.21.2007

Well this will make perfect sense

A question of necessity, maybe. Killing time,
in the eyes of some. My mouth calls it sleep.
When possible you will transmit the message
corporeal, carrying a presence and a distinct smell,
marked by fine pores that invite counting.
The recipients will know why we are here.
We are here for now, and for good.

11.01.2007

Anita, Swedish Nymphet: A Synopsis

Anita is a tortured soul. She offers herself up to nearly every man she passes on the steet, but these encounters yield her no pleasure. The Johns turn out to be minutemen, averse to commitment and occasionally abusive. She wants nothing more than to stop, but she cannot. Slut is a powerful addiction.

Only one man understands. He encourages her to fulfill her urge. She finds a crack/heroin den full of degenerate men, takes off her clothes, and proceeds to know entire neighborhoods of men and women.

I hate to ruin the ending for the few out there who have yet to see this masterpiece, but Anita's wanton slut binge cures her of her addiction. And when she finally lies with the genius who suggested the rumspringa, she has the gall to claim that this is like her first time.

Anita, virgin is not a state of mind.