B A N A N A S

I just wrote a draft that I couldn't publish today because I ran out of bananas. What I mean to say is that apples are out of season, which equates to tomatoes also being out of season. Bananas have little to do with apples and I mentioned them merely to not make a point. If you don't know where I'm driving to, then perhaps you should call me and I'll pick you up. We'll climb the moon on the way to earth and we'll write letters to all our friends and tell of wondrous adventures in, in, wherever we're at.
And now, for an update, this is the storm sentinel at blogger.com, I am your host Fettish the Mirth, which is short for Abraham I want to suck your toes and look in the mirror. Please be advised that the news program you're watching is fixed with news updates, telling facts, yes, there's a lot of fact-telling. Here a fact, there a fact, everywhere a phat fact, and here's what you can do to alleviate the pain and pressure: go to the nearest john and sit on it. If you have a friend named John, then he may want you to ask before you sit on him. Otherwise, I'm sure if you yell loud enough there will be a john in the vicinity who'll hear you.......
Okay, there's only so much sincerity one may express at such enduring times as these. So before I say goodbye I'll tell a funny story that hopefully will make you laugh. The election season is coming up, and many ambitious politicians around the country are scrambling to enhance their image and secure donations and votes. Likewise, many adept citizens are rushing to find out all they can about the races and candidates and are talking in favor of their favorite politicians to all the people they meet. It's a holiday season in effect. Everybody is busy it seems. There's holiday toasting! Then the cops showed up and showed everyone who was boss. The Sheriff said very coolly, "you, dear citizens, have the right to vote!"

Beautiful dreams

I fall asleep briefly and have a short dream and wake up quickly, over and over again. It can be insightful if I pay attention, and entertaining. It can also give me a headache, so I go out into the cold and bounce around. I also recall things from books that I've already known. It takes a lot of talent to write. The word for today is phantasmagoria, which relates to my typical days at work or play.
I wonder if women are turning into men. They dress like men, act like men, work like men, etc. That's being general. I don't want to be general. I'd rather be emperor. You there. Yeah you, the pretty young lady who wants to be a man, come forward. What were you thinking sweet little girl? No matter. My stylists will make you into a woman again. You'll be marvelous, just gorgeous. Nothing in the world is higher than me, but beauty, oh how it dangles me on a thread, I'd almost think I were futile, and rapture, desire! You'll drive me crazy, young lady. And I'll have you for sure; breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and a few snacks inbetween. I hope you'll worship me too.

On the Job

I had a pain today and I'd like to say it was a heart attack, but I think it was more likely to be a lung attack. I soon wrote a tentative obituary for myself that sounded rather positive. If I died this weekend sometime it might be okay.
Yesterday might have been lovelier though. I went back to a special place as I walked around daydreaming and I felt completely at ease. It was snowing big thick flakes with hardly a breeze passing by the snow-weighted pine trees near dusk. Ah, serenity.
Soon after I wrote some lovely poetry of which I will now include an excerpt:

Invite me in for tea and sex
And then what's next, and then what's next
Tarry no more in thy loveless weep
Just fuck and sleep, just fuck and sleep

Good day!
I felt compelled today by a girl I saw years ago with a guitar case in hand.