There ain't no reason for you and me to be alone tonight . . . it's madness when a song gets locked into your forebrain. Luckily, this is one about being on the brink of what will make you and that's kinda where things are right now. The go-daddy spokesperson was in the thick of the Indy but story was really about the kid ready to win then hits the wall and, does humanity move forward because of any of this? Yesterday took us to a small town west of Utah and life as an emancipated teener which stoked the retro-passages about heat in the nether-region. The kicker is why life defies those moments when it's over for EVAR in your mind at that time and yet 50 years later we talk about it laughingly. We take what we make and staying on moment is easy when now is better than all the previously made which is reduced to "just for laughs" because the now includes very recent Holy Heaven-touch, Dingbat Man. Maybe a revisit to life in the past as previously described:
German landlord yells, woman doctor prescribes Ovum Spermaticus, ten pound boy born in woman's hospital, not named Garp, grows up playing in city streets, reaches the top in grade school, funny guy in high school, gets job in a business office, woos girls, gets married, enchanted by daughter, explores dereliction, moves to the suburbs, honorable mention by Reddy Kilowatt, armistice as a quinquagenarian, migrates to the high desert, soulmerge with God, writes this shit to vent the reason we exist, ???. Still not even close to exfoliating to get to the gist of the story. It's not like the stimuli-saturated world needs another tale of love, is it. The tad is working, the zol is working and I'm guessing around a 10cc average ejection per rendezvous which means the WWII vintage plumbing still delivers the product. Is finding your voice the same as writing sets me free? I'm already free but maybe because I bragged in '94 that I was on the verge of writing the great American novel //barf here// that there's this compulsion to get it out but no muster to get to it with. So I'll tapdance like this for another year or so and no one gets hurt and I get kicks, or Kix or Route 66.