T R U T H

THIS IS WHERE I SAY:

You've become a fan of brutal honesty, the level of which you feel in your heart before you ponder the words "this is not what the person wants to hear" but you say it anyway. But if you preface it with "this is where I say" it says to the listener "I don't have any other choice" or "it's not my call". The capos used to use "no disrespect intended but . . ." before their devastating trashing of your very being. It's really a blessing if you're not amenable to being schmoozed. I like good news but I thrive on a valid reality when it comes to the important stuff. In here all the pretending I can think of gets saved this way for the lucid moments when I'm on a morphine drip and I can click back and laugh at my own foolishness. The leg humping inanity of just pretend encounters has a place in the serene world of post-apocalyptical leisure . . . you know - the free time that used to be death-wish laden in its recklessness. Oh I embellish but we're not exactly talking frappuccinos here. Psychedelia was borderline maddening so now a little velvito or torpedo seems positively tea time, friends. Here is where I say seebone, hum a little Bonzo Dog Band and pass the apparition.

the 9s are so attainable it suggests possible delusion but it's not just me. All thanks, everyday