Monday, December 29, 2003


My Superhero Girl
How much longer will I drive before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again?

If only I could find her. She could fly me to some exotic locale and live on the fruit of the land. I could be a subsistence farmer and not have to worry about anything. My beautiful girl would be at home waiting for me and I could use some branch from a local tree to beat the kids with. Oh well. My imagination takes me to this better dimension way too much. It's very depressing "dreaming of Babylon", if I may say so. It's better than sitting here doing nothing. Instead I'm off being a multiple murderer or mass murderer, whichever one suits the day. Well, actually, I'm doing both, but the latter is so much more fun to emphasize. As I've said before, I need to get laid. Maybe it will help. Probably it won't. I don't need to get laid. I just need to identify my superhero girl. Maybe it will help. Highly unlikely it won't.

"Rendezvous then I'm through with you."

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