"I'm a simple man," proclaimed Hiram, not just to no one in particular, but to no one. He was alone in an alley. Urinating, as it happens. And it happens. Finishing, he said, "Thanks for the warm night, and for the laughs"--again to no one.
Then he affirmed his simplicity. "I like," he said, "to eat, sleep, bathe, piss, shit, laugh, read, fuck, write, cook, and dance. Mine is largely a monosyllabic life." He added, "I like to feel safe, even if it's an illusion. I like to work but mostly because of the money. And I like to surprise people with kindness."
No one responded. It was an alley-thing. "That's about it," Hiram said. At the far end of the alley, a red neon light blinked on, blinked off, on, off.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
208. Financial Planning
I sought counsel from a financial adviser for a time, but then his business went in the red and failed.
Meanwhile, I just keep going to work. My first paying job was as a weed-cutter. That was 43 years ago: holy shit.
Sometimes I tell people that I chose not to be rich. Sometimes they laugh.
Meanwhile, I just keep going to work. I see now that's the financial plan I've always had.
When it comes to accounting, I like the fact that red is bad and black is good. Black has to be bad so often in our culture. It must be a relief to black to be good in this case. Thinking thoughts like this, I assume, has helped me maintain my goal of not becoming rich.
Meanwhile, I just keep going to work. My first paying job was as a weed-cutter. That was 43 years ago: holy shit.
Sometimes I tell people that I chose not to be rich. Sometimes they laugh.
Meanwhile, I just keep going to work. I see now that's the financial plan I've always had.
When it comes to accounting, I like the fact that red is bad and black is good. Black has to be bad so often in our culture. It must be a relief to black to be good in this case. Thinking thoughts like this, I assume, has helped me maintain my goal of not becoming rich.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
207. Bluesy: Baby, Open Your Legs
Baby, open up your legs and let me lick your pussy. Baby, open your legs, please--let me eat your pussy. I'll go all the way down and up and around. Baby, open your legs and let me lick your pussy.
Well, you have a red rose tattooed on your hip. Yeah, you got a red and blue rose right there on your hip. I have a tongue that's hiding behind my lips, so let me lick your pussy, please open up.
Baby, scream and holler if you've a mind to. Scream and holler when the feeling's right. Baby, holler and scream if the feeling's right. Moan and giggle when I get it right. Smile and laugh in the night. Baby, open your legs and let me lick your pussy.
Well, you have a red rose tattooed on your hip. Yeah, you got a red and blue rose right there on your hip. I have a tongue that's hiding behind my lips, so let me lick your pussy, please open up.
Baby, scream and holler if you've a mind to. Scream and holler when the feeling's right. Baby, holler and scream if the feeling's right. Moan and giggle when I get it right. Smile and laugh in the night. Baby, open your legs and let me lick your pussy.
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