Thursday, January 16, 2003

No Man Should Ever No man should ever find himself in the fish-belly gray light of dawn sitting hunched on the floor with a pen paralyzed in his hand listening to Jimmy Scott. No man should ever eat ice cream and corn chips for breakfast. No man should ever sit at four a.m., raking the soiled carpet with his fingers and building bewildering piles of lint and scruff and dog dander and pubic hair and brittle chips of indeterminate origin. No man should ever write such words as those that preceded the words 'No man should ever write such words....' No man should ever spend so many hours sitting in one dank room that the liquor of his own stench has become intoxicating and the crawling of the hours has reduced him to a savage who cannot remember his last truly conscious thought. No man should ever sit studying a diagram of the arteries of the brain as if it was a satellite photo of a country that no longer exists. No man should ever look up from his hunched stupor at five a.m. and find himself gazing into the terrified face of an elderly paperboy framed in the window of his front door. 4:54:32 PM

Show Us Your Gall Bladder Scar! A "Great Society" indeed: our 36th President like you've never seen him before! 4:33:46 PM

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