Ain't NOTHING easy about Sunday morning...

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

it's a good thing I live where I live—where it is generally accepted that people are "queer"
because externally
I walk down the street and it looks like I'm talking to myself
and on top of that,
I can't help but have internal reactions to all the wierdness I see so...
What if there's really only ONE weirdo on my block,
but he's so weird
that everyone reacts
and as a result
they manifest the appearance of being weird themselves....
ouch, my brain.

I've got to slow down on myself and finish sentences.

When it's cold, friend, wear a coat.
It's truly that simple.