this is MaRcH i believe.to selected peergroupies: i dont think ive begun The MenoPause YET. i kno you were done by your mid-40s, but i never SMOKed. "...take this joy, wherever, wherever you go..." to W: remember that time you called wile i was listening to ThEsE DAYs and kept replaying the break. i said the song reminded me of taking the curves really fast on hwy 1 in a convertible and you fell silent. you didnt realize i was a hard rocker, you finally commented. well wasnt it michael nesmith whose mom invented white out who said something like how can ppl expect peepz raised on rock to suddenly convert to jazz after forty then classical after sixty like their grandmother who was raised on classical from her youth. huh? to G: i am forever appreciative of your teaching me how to swim underwater. S: well the writing sure was on the wall, wasn't it? to L: as a little kid i used to get carsick. often after D. drove me fifty miles out and fifty miles back from her home in the country, the winding road froze in my mind like a bad computer page. when i closed my eyes those nites, my limbs became the very wheels of the truck, my body the undercarriage, watching the asphalt fly beneath me. id sneak with an aching head into my parents' bed after dad left for his night job. their room was pitch dark from black-out shades. their mattress was huge with crisp cold sheets that soothed my nausea, but mom seemed to be a mile away. roll over forever to reach her. seemingly closer were the mournful wails of the southern pacific that passed through our town; they made the illusionary road below turn into tracks. gradually falling asleep, i wondered where i was going. hey you up there: it was bevan of sir bevil and bev bevan and classic lit beverley, all my fav bevs, and then all those girls with assertive androgynous names, like stockard channing, you kno? dear M: i still have your picture, the cute one of you in the fishing boat holding that big fish you caught; it's my fav pic of you. remember when we used to cook dinner together while singing sound of music? that sure was fun. oh, R: what happened on the high school skiing trip? why did you feel left out? what did they do that made you cry? i waited 2 minutes for you to answer in the park that day. why did you bring it up...once you held me to your heart, calling me "Little One." "i feel as if you're my child," you said. "I wanna love my child." "DIE! DIE! DIE!": merely standard chatroom rant...oh, i see...not meant for me personally...hmm...wasn't it john updike who wrote "idle musings of glass houses," or something like that? i like what halloween witch kathy najimy in the disney film Hocus poCus said even better: You die, too. fucking sonofabitch. |
