Flooding Waters

Wow, I just read that NE Pennsylvania, right in our area, is under water. Many roads closed and some houses near the Delaware River have floated away. People evacuated. Tomorrow we are supposed to leave for the house in the woods. Everything is swollen and the Delaware is supposed to crest today at 33 feet - flood level is 17 feet. Hmmm. Interesting. We see. We hope our house is ok.

Spreading the Good News

The good news is being spread all over town through the ass horn that was made especially for telling about Jesus on the roadways and sidewalks of life. Jesus is a pixie. Jesus stands for carefree notions. Jesus endorses inappropriate statements blurted out at important social events. Jesus told me it's ok to put maxi pads on the shirts of large men. He told me I can say I am pregnant with dead babies to unsuspecting listeners. Jesus, what else can you tell us through the ass horn?

No Sleep

Dear Sleep,

I miss you. I used to be so good at you but now it seems we have grown apart. Please come back sometime. If not now then very soon. I will give you whatever you ask for. Cash dollars even, a blood sacrifice maybe. Until then, I will lie awake thinking of lettuce.

Love,

MM

Fry it up

The frier on the sea will provide us with a woozy sanctuary away from all the ills of the world. We are the gum on the shoe of capitalism. Success can be found only at the bottom of the beer cup.

Twists

There are so many different kinds of twists. Here I am speaking not of twists and turns, but simply twisting on its own, repetitive twists that add up to an experience, whether candy, trees, a building or jubilance. There are presumptions that get in the way of the twisting - incorrect computations that defer its matched, measured bending and wrap-around action. I cannot help it, neither can you. Next time fortitude will create stripes that make infinite twisting possible, it is an experiment.
Even the stools may twist under the right kind of pressures.

New Outift

Vests which I plan to wear on alternating days (I will wear nothing underneath - try to calm down):


These party-style pants (FB I got you a pair in lavendar):



Tap shoes:



This necklace:



This hat:



These earrings:



Well, that's the end of my new outfit which I plan to wear frequently, especially to Chelsea on warm days. I am self-helping myself to learn tap dancing as part of the requirement of this look. I am already at level 3.

Blanking

A systematic blanking is pursuant to the agreement that was made before I was born, an agreement that was signed and notarized by superpowers I have never communed with once. The future is nil but part of this consignment form. The blanking is coming and I am letting it for now. The expectations are gurgling and rippling, but it is mostly even.

United in Love

I have found true uniting in the bold colors of uniforms and lyrical dance. The grace is fiery, we are one in the radiation of our gonads. Our smiles stretch like taffy on the linoleum floor. Our hopes are visible in the cuffs and crowns we don as part of the ritual. I love you, you love me, it is time for sexual glory, no?

Ray Seepage

Sunlight is coming like anaesthetic on the thorny ridge of the brain. Happy Saturday precious items.

Buckles Fix Everything

There is something about a buckle that brings hope to my inner eyes. I don't know what it is, whether it's the way one thing pokes into the other thing or how you can tighten them...I am not clear on this part. Basically I am in receipt of brain damage and I am not concerned even though others around me may be. The stains on the t-shirt remain. The pudge seeps over the top of the pants and this is how it is, it is meditative. I am going to have a show in Miami, is what I found out. This may be better than the buckles, I am not sure. Excitement looms in the pants-region.