The Mexican Guitar, arpeggiating like a preying mantis, the red sunset glittering off the droplets on your white satin sheets, the green molded monster snoozing drunkenly under your wooden staircase, the corner store run by Arabs who will never card you, the friendly wave of the uniformed gorilla in the lofty machine gun nest,
Music
Music is terrible
Movies
Movies are terrible
Television
I killed my television nearly 6 years ago, only turning it on for take out and trash. Back in the big house we chuckled at the thing but it really didn't do much except show some ant wrestling, when what we probably would have enjoyed far more was aunt wrestling. Oh well. Not like the boob tube was ever good for anything except movies and video games anyway. So when I finally got out, and mind you that was quite a feat in and of itself, I found the previous tenant had cable, so I watched it a little, but soon enough the Corporation turned it off. I didn't mind much. I had bigger problems to worry about than what Joey and Mikey and Stanislovas were doing on Friends; like fighting the 8 ton cockaroach King Xarpprektzle who had claimed dominion over my kitchen and the nearby feifdom of Kalamazoo. So 2 more years of blue screen went by unnoticed, and I'm not about to pay someone to put a moldy buttered dildo in my brain, not happenin'.
Who I'd like to meet: I'd like to meet a sandwich. Enraged Bar None Bar Sinister. Baring that, I'd like to meet a counter-clockwise spiral. We laugh, we cry, we sing, we die. Some things are better than others, but most things are mostly good. One hand is worth two in the bush, and today's practice is done by tomorrow's dinner.
If nothing comes to pass, someone with a bit of wit would be nice.
