Every Day I Have To Cry

The hypothesis: crying daily will release the junk that's tearing at my soul. Reasoning: Why not?

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Them's Illustrations.

July 5th is the December 26th of Summer.
And it's fine with me.

These "Day After" days have a really strange but not un-nice feeling. Like getting out of a sickbed and rejoining the world of the well. Leaving fun and rejoining the anti-fun. Always a choice, of course.

Today, in Rockefeller Center, the ever-ready brush of anti-fun is dipped and waiting to paint frowns on a lot of people. But look, folks: there's no guarantee that there will be a tomorrow. That kind of thought may cause some of us to overdrink and drug on a regular basis.

Yesterday I had this thought: if H.D. Thoreau was zapped from his now to ours, he might go insane within a few hours and have to be institutionalized. What would put him over the edge? It might be something as innocuous as a 'Felix the Cat' tattoo.


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