mervin

Pencil in a pretty girl add ink for three or fours years and see what you get. Maybe a goddess maybe some serious toughness ensues...maybe.

How long before hemlines rise? Or has it happened already?

Dystopic visions of the future are sometimes grand and horrific, tragic. Grand takes time. Tragedy requires grandeur. Horror? We fall short of gothic, lacking the weathered stone and metal it takes to cast foreboding shadows.

Degrees of gravity.

A dystopia without gravity collapses under its own weight,
to settle on the comic,
the sad,
the pathetic.

I eat bag lettuce, smoke cigarettes, ride a motorcycle; a high riskk life style.

Scraped

Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a son, a family. A wife? And so the problem. Who would marry me? Who would I have and hold? It is easier to imagine myself a rocking chair bachelor than this. Picture the morning's fishing, picture the garden. This is how I picture alone. And how I end. Returned to the earth, a history...
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Matriarchy:

I take no issue with Matriarchy. A womanly nurture would be a change.

But there's not much play for motherly traits among political professionals.
And not much appeal in a neutered Matriach,
or a man in a dress.
But, a woman that could love her country like a woman loves a child
and figt for her like a woman fights.
That would be a...
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With every change comes loss, though nothing is gained, neccessarily. Sometimes there is ony substitution, equivalence, facsimile. But, with every change there inevitably comes loss.

ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

The seasons change and so, must I.

I say that I never gamble. No lottery, no poker, no horses. But, I use credit cards, I've got a mortgage, car insurance, life insurance.
I live.
and all this is crap shoot
every day a shell game
and every one a carny huckster
and I a matchstick man

And when I pray, I pray to the odds on favorite
I say I never gamble...
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Aggressive Mediocrity.