I am sequestered here but unjuried, there are no peers to speak of, only thoughts of my own divining and pearls of wisdom from the Lord of Hamburgers. I perpetrated badly on the record albums of the 70's collection of my uncle jo-jo and now he is forced to wear gold chains in the night and the day. I am tied up with licorice and smiling from enforced play.
Good night until tomorrow. Trust me I remain a girl, half-jewish, unrepentent, a whore, un-american, size c-cup teat, vicious, animal, a paint-out mucker of the vilest brand.
Delight in the night is what I wish for all of you. Smooches.
MM
25 comments:
MM, I need to know, are you really a female? That would be so weird. All this time I am thinking you are a weird guy like me. Are you a girl? I still like you but anyway, it would take some getting used to.
PD. We are still married and always will be. You are killing me with your raw tenderness. You know your tail is the fixture of my reality. I just needed to have an outbreak in the manner of diseases. Please accept me for who I am. My love has never waned.
PS, Saline and Cognac makes a nice drink splashed with ornage crush. Look on the bright side here.
I am trembling.
Christ. I meant orange crush. What is becoming of me. I am diaperous.
Mountain Woman or Man--I like the way you write. I think you must come and write a column for my magazine.
PD that is too cute because I have been listening to a tape you made for me long ago and far away:
kd lang
the swans
the shags
shannon
abba
cocteau twings
styx
peter frampton
lucinda williams
nick lowe
it's great. i never tire of it. you are the best mix master.
i meant cocteau twins - my typing is lackluster lately.
listen. i am up for a column, whoever you are. i will peg my leg if necessary. i am true blue hard nosed news from the streets of unnecessary shit. is that what you want?
I want your voice on the page! You are the voice of the Ether Generation! You're the voice of the cyber streets! I will pay you $25 per word and a year's supply of sausage.
In this christmas season, I actually overpaid my electric bill!! Geez, that stinks. I hate that. Where are the razors?
The sausage has sold me. May I please have a selection of sausage from breakfast to merguez? I have intense feelings about that tubular meat. Please call me at your earliest convenience. I love you.
Please send a thousand word piece on intestinal fortitude by Tuesday a.m. There is room for two illustrations. Then a comple sausage selection will be sent. We even have Boca sausages!!
I mean complete--sorry.
look, nothing you can say will stop me!
ok to everything. i am agreeable and pliant.
Mountain Man. You rule, and you know why.
And how the hell do I stop my picture from being posted everytime I post a comment. I'm guessing there's a setting or something.
Look! There it is again!
HAA, yes! There you are, x3! It sort of looks like you are being bathed by a giant shower head. Is this true?
M's, congratulations on your gender re-assignment transformation moment (but you transcend these categories, and always will...); you will certainly make a kick-ass chick! I crawl into your C-cup and nestle. Hibernation time.
I have not looked at this all day, so I have a lot of catching up to do. I do not know much, although I do know that I am confused, and in love and confused because he......I feel alone. I feel drunk, tonight Jack Daniels was my best friend. I am bored and boring.
MM- i have missed you today. i hope you are enjoying not teaching on a monday.
MM, I drew a picture of you in the empty room on my computer screen. Wish you could see it: beard plus c-cups plus rape pants.
Oddly enough, Slothular Loggy Log, it IS a shower. A baby shower, but nevertheless a shower. Rain. Rain on me. Wait. That sounded like something else.
you are such a D-cup whore
Listen!!! C-cup. Swear on the life of my dead childhood pet. But thanks for the vote of confidence in that department, anon.
HAA, I like that you have a picture. It makes you seem real. And being in the shower is a great great thing, never to be underestimated.
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