Stop the car. I’m getting

December 12, 2002

Stop the car. I’m getting out and walking. I ain’t mad its just a beautiful night. Not angry at all but slamming doors just for the glorious sound. You feel the toe of my shoe up your ass because its a way to touch you in an erogenous zone and avoid regular intimacy. I flipped channels at the peak of the program because I worry about your blood pressure. I am wearing only a thong to the Tupperware party because it is comfortable and their house is always so hot. I threw the dish at you to keep your reflexes toned in such an unstable geopolitical time. Spray painting huge genitalia on that Teletubbies billboard will teach the kids the validity of all types of artistic expression. I go to jail in an effort to adapt to all difficult situations. I demean you for the same reasons. Do you believe me?