silberg apologizes

"now i've done it. i wrote a poem. what next? a painting, with shit in place of paint? of course, much of what mellish writes is not much better, but this is not about him. i take full responsibility for my annoying actions. if i have hurt anyone, i am deeply sorry. i never meant to bother, just to inform, but it appears my ego out ran me. despite my current pathetic state, i assure you that i will do better."

silberg was really on fire yesterday. fortunately, the fire department responded promptly to my call, and defused the situation. richard pryor to the fire, he spoke of many things, fools and kings, and this he said to me. the greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love, and be loved, in return. my, silberg, certainly has a rick "nature boy" flair for making compelling remarks. he then began to speak of his travels by ricky steamboat. we wrestled with the topic for a while. it was a best of three falls, which he won, because his second fall came from a fourth floor window into the soul. the conversation ran on, and it was all we could do to catch up with it. finally, it escaped, so if you see some anarchist ideas and flowery language running down an inner city street, let me know.

was sitting on the train when a little slice of heaven came from out of nowhere. in fact, you came to me from out of nowhere, but why sing the same old tune? in any case, a young man and woman were talking when the woman took out her ipod. the guy said "i hate ipods. ipods suck. i'm sticking with my cd's." if he had only said he was sticking with his albums. well, you can't get too greedy i suppose. for a second, i had to make sure that i was not speaking involuntarily.

you know how it is when you try not to buy things. you hold out. you don't buy the cell phone, the computer, whatever. and then, someone goes and gets it for you! than you have to use it...it was a gift! what are you going to do, throw it out? then you would be an ungrateful prick, which you are, but that it is a secret you try to keep to yourself. so, there you go. you are a member of team modernity again. you stick that cell phone to your ear, and you join the club. what choice did you have, when you can't swim against the tide any longer, and you are drowning on dry land.

no one has given me a cell phone yet.

maybe there is a god.