family ties tend to tighten around the neck. pinko, the only thing worse than your family is someone else's family. and war. it is the abdication of our precious free time that is the greatest punishment. once you realize that none of it matters, you desperately want to hold on to the part that does. not doing anything is our only hope. sadly, big brother seems to be watching 24 years later, and perhaps, he is still getting used to you. america is in the heart. sadly, it is often up your ass as well. the in laws attack, steady in their socializing. they eat out, make comments, hold on to something that isn't there. they want to see you, but afterward, you don't want to see them. of course, you don't want to see them before either. the in laws are everywhere. they are next door, sitting outside, yelling at their wives, holding doors open, reading a romance novel, voting for democrats and republicans. a nation of in laws, customs, false politeness, obligations, bills, rent, pollution, bad sit coms, digital television, reality shows, cluster bombs.
and tears.
i'm going to be observed today at my teaching job. i was gonna go with the thong, but backed down at the last moment. just once though, i'd like them all to know what sexual hairy ass meant.
what is there to observe. it's all bullshit. why must we pretend that it matters, as if there were no longer babies with bloated bodies? in the end, we all looked away, and acted as if there was some importance involved. and we wonder why death touches everything we do. reggie will observe me. he wears the pants on the gig, as his last name is jean. i am healthy, as i have good genes, but i will be observed anyway. you darwin some, you lose some, but it's all shit, just the same. it's the origin of the feces. i'm gonna put on a happy face, and act like i care, cause the extra 400 a month comes in john handy. but, in my heart, i will silently scream at him to get the fuck out of my room.
you got it.
i'll sell out again.
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