Monday, December 30, 2024

Dear Homer, Should I Write In My Room Till I'm Dead?

Highway collisions hurt. I can see why post Caeser poking everyone with a gladius in Euro somewhere a lot of fed up people wanted to immigrate to America. Hadrian's wall must have been a good speedbump. Speaking of bumps, there was a beautiful Colorado pregnant snowboarding woman at the hospital who looked happy and kept peeking at me. I swear we never climbed a mountain last year and lit any kind of fire in a ski chalet  I don't even remember how to snowboard. The snow around here is sometimes made by a machine, and the sperm banks are still something I need to ruminate in a bookstore on. She looked healthy and proud and confident of the future. My wife would be pissed if I gave her too many surprise relatives and step kids. 

Are me and my wife cursed with separation. I drove the French connection today past all the fine mansions I've seen a thousand times. High maintenance. Who would want to live in one of those large houses all alone. I suppose a dog or cat might help. The AI is getting hungry.. I gained a new pet just now since the climate is so mild. A bug flew in my window. It was trying to avoid the birds. I had meat for lunch today. A BLT. at Subway. My editor paid since I was his chauffeur to the hospital. I eat meat on occasion. I figure some animal must have died for my sins. It's part of me now. We continue on together. The dogs were harassing the cat the other night in the fog. These days the family is vigilant and I am the free spirit. 

Play and Work in the Kingdom.


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