It is the ideal food, ambrosial flavor, exquisite texture, completely satisfying, the kryptonite of nutrition. Among a centillion recipes, this one has been misplaced.
We are the consumers of the world, shopping for vice and virtue, for bread and circuses, for faith, hope and charity, for meaning and oblivion. We will shop til we drop. Or, ’til there is nothing left to shop for. … Continue reading
Every day imperceptibly, but inexorably it’s, goodbye to sparkle and shine, to springing movement, to muscle and grit, to vital tooth and bone and hair, to sharp sense of sight, of sound, of taste, to keen memory and to wit. … Continue reading
Nauseated by the nauseous stink of progress, the nauseous gargantuan traffic, the nauseous new architecture, the nauseous weltering waste, the nauseous pustulated apathy.
In the hermetic box staring at the lighted box, little box pressed to ear, a flaccid cerebellum becomes engorged with pseudo-knowlege, inflated with transient meaning. Achieving a vast proportion, ballooned, it floats away, drifts, drifts on, then bursts.
Mental incontinence fertilizes nothing, except an efflorescence excrescent. The weird produce of verbal trash and ideas that reek of redundancy is a poor diet for starved spirits.
What would we do without the words? The Word, the words, the chat, the bon mot, the invective, the blasphemy, the pearl of wisdom, the babble of lips, the recorded syllables from manic fingers, the screams for attention, the whines … Continue reading
Free me from freedom of choice. My poor grey matter is roiling inside my skull for all the choices.; worlds may collide as I hover undecided, will it be Pepsi, Coke or Mountain Dew?
Do I diminish with every increase in number of human population? Am I becoming a faint tint in the electronic spectrum? Or is the radical diminution of my particular toxicity, homeopathic, the cure for my egotism?