the notion of guilt sometimes
enters
into my mind
there are all kinds of things
people seem to think I need
to
be, act, do, say, etc.
been reading fewer books
lately
can’t really make any excuses
thinking maybe I could say
i’ve been reading a lot on-line
yeah right
to paraphrase truman capote’s
comment
on kerouac’s book ‘on the road’
that’s not reading
that’s surfing
see the queers can get
married now
in california
good for them
serves them right
now when I go to wombat park
to ride the bike
i have to worry about being
kidnapped
by a queer when I go to the
bathroom
and taken to california
and forced to marry him
pretty funny
the vigilantes stake out the
bathroom
and send someone around
to make sure no
homosexualites try
to snatch some innocent child
what a joke
they are vigilante fanatics
“Does it really matter what
these affectionate people do- so long as they don’t do it in the street and
frighten the horses! Mrs. Patrick Campbell
(referring to rumours of a homosexual liaison between
two actors.)
turned on the tele a few days
ago and
watched with horrified
fascination as one
person after another paraded
up to the podium
to declare themselves the
most “conservative”
candidate, commentator or
whatever
these people are fanatics
scares the shit out of me
definitely time to start the
mushroom tea party
all candidates will give
speeches naked
all candidates will take
several bong hits
before giving a speech
all candidates will read ginsburg's
howl
aloud before beginning a speech
all candidates will sing lennon's
give peace a chance
before giving a
speech
is it just my imagination or
does that coulter
woman have a decidedly
saurian look
watched one of my favorite
tele stations yesterday
c-span
several hours of
congressional interviews with
the nations top intelligence
chiefs
cia
fbi
military
they seemed worried
lots of threats to our
freedom
they say
seemed like a lot
of pretzel logic to me
as the hearings ended
mr clapper (does that name
ring a bell) (military)
& mr mueller (fbi)
congratulated each other on
being marines
they seemed like fanatics
Denis Diderot (1713-1784)
R.D. Laing
anyhow
happy valentines day
mr. cayetano
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