Some People Were Just Getting

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.

Tumbling Into A Dark, Lewis Carroll Labyrinth Of Filth, Pursuing A White Rabbit Of Smut!

I Thought I Was Promiscuous, But It Turns Out I Was Just Thorough.

I Missed Him, Of Course, But Sometimes Close Friendships Have A Tidal Beat That Pulls You Towards Different Shores Though The Ocean That Connects You Remains.

Sometimes When We're Incensed By The Rancid Tide Of Injustice, The Impulse Is To Attack. We Must Avoid This. We Have Learned That Violence As A Means Is Always Unsuccessful.