With the odd feeling of having my shit together, I would like to remind you, ladies and gentlemen – never fuck a republican… unless you’re short on your rent. With the economy where it is, they are the ones likely to have the money and enough closeted perversity to pay thoroughly.
To my friend doing time right now: remember to keep your chin up and that sometimes this shit is just the cost of doing business – you’ll be home sooner than you know and you still have friends here that support you. Hold the line.
To all those with insanity running through their gene pool: remember to be awed by the architecture of this magnificent anthill that we’ll soon be refurbishing into an artless civilization. Don’t be puerile. Don’t be cold. Be indulgent and be as free as your time will allow.
Don’t wait for the muse to write the book for you.
Just because there’s a parade in NYC it doesn’t mean that my 10am subway ride needs to clotted with a barrage of complacent, boisterous assholes screaming about Eli Manning. Congratulations to the Giants on their fourth Super Bowl win and also my gratitude to the young man in the Cruz jersey who gave me a cup of his Red Bull/Vodka concoction – but the rest you are cunts for disturbing me while I was trying to read my Marquez on the train this morning.
Regarding the girl you’re fantasizing about: her resolve is as firm as a beer shit on an acrid morning. You know who I’m talking about, man.
A gin soaked appliance
sold with a wink
rude and drowsy
in the clutter