Day: September 1, 2002

  • On Sublimation


     

    I have nothing I should complain about.  Really.  Even the matter of having absolutely no sex life.  Hey, at least I got my mind.  It seems to me, everyone out there screwing and fucking around is absolutely mindless.  They’re like tumbleweeds  ripped by the vagary of desire out of the ground and now just bouncing and howling around.  My mind, on the other hand remains profound, prolific and as pendantly obtuse as a giant sequoia unbothered by the bitching breezes of lust.  Maybe it’s all a matter of sinking my roots, and not shaking my branches.   

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