July 30, 2006

  • I am damned for not paying my bills.


    I am damned for not answering my phone.


    I am damned for being over-erotic.


    I am damned for not disliking the 90 degree-plus heat but instead taking the opportunity to run in it.


    I am damned for running late in the cemetery and e drinking beers afterwards.


    I am damned for drinking Milwaukee’s Best Ice.  They say the ‘e’ in Best is a long vowel.  I say 36 cents a can is cheap.


    I am damned for learning how to hack into websites the only way you can—by hacking into websites.


    I am damned for walking by a pretty girl the other day in a one-on-one situation begging for salutation and not even smiling or saying ‘hello’,


    I am damned for listening to the songs of birds and watching the flight of dragonflies rather than indulging in the din or rampant humanity and taking flight from reality though immergence into pop culture.


    I was damned for being too brilliant in my youth and still damned because I pretend I haven’t aged.


    I am damned for caring when I should have just fucked things off and damned for fucking things off when I’m expected still to care.


    I am damned because Alfalfa once wished Cotton was a monkey.


    And I’m damned because baby organ-grinder monkey fuzz on a girl’s forearm so turns me on.

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