letter 01.22.01


some new thunder. the long rolling kind.

i can't remember how it is to share a bed. today would be a good one. play chess or read or tell stories. invent a comic where the characters are super heroes and like sex. especially foreplay. in fact, every thing they did other than sex was foreplay. 'cause they knew, the only real difference from being still a kid, especially on a raining sunday. was sex.

i can't make brownies today. no butter. no eggs. i don't really want brownies today. today is a good day for pie. not only traditional beaver. apple. warm with ice-cream. all of which i don't have. i do have good bio black tea. bio. when did the world stop being 100% bio. i'd guess somewhere around dupont, esso, shell, in fact you could list most any large company. general mills. united fruit. so what can you do.

other than fuck. or revolt.

stolen from africa to be slaves for the building of family corporations. did anyone see that. just happen. the christians, taking over the americas.

you can say what you want.
so can i.
i'd rather fuck myself.
than defend the lie.

_duck stop_

classic originals: i've got a couple boxes of condoms getting close to expiry date. you wanna help me use them up.

_bunnie stop_

and the answer to that, another classic original: you don't need a condom to eat my ass. i mean, if it was a lucky day.

_flower stop_

had i had brownies today, two, maybe three would have met my stomach. i ate a can of salmon. almost impossible to get fresh fish and pay for it too. here. sometimes i wonder how come i have wandered so far from the rivers and lakes of fish. but the question is as redundant as why did we leave the trees in the first place.

for the shade they give.

_duck stop_

except for the desperate depravity and ever returning excruciating pain. inertia. it's okay.

i can almost smell brownies. the store opens at 8. 12.6 hours. the baking time. and the waiting time. how many is too much. maybe i better do an apple pie. this week. am besten to share, or sit in, with a nameless angel.

_duck stop_


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