Diary

Here in the City of Roses the clouds never fail to cover the annual Rose Festival. The annual soggy-shoe, makeup-smeared, pantie-stained wetness--except cold. Isn't it "April showers bring May flowers"? Well, it's nearly June and we are still waiting for the majority of buds to bloom. This can, also, relate to everyday life in certain situations, at specific times.


The weather today is increasing concern
followed by full-blown dread.

Golden Arches

McDonald's almost hired me one time, and I only applied for the job to meet younger girls. Black girls, Hispanic, white, and Chinese girls, it says right on the job application how McDonald's hires different races and ethnic backgrounds. It's girls, girls, girls, buffet-style. Also on the application McDonald's says if you have any of the following diseases:
Hepatitis A
Salmonella
Shigella
Staphylococcus
Giardia
or Campylobacter, then you may not work there. This is more of a guarantee than you get meeting girls on the street. You can't be too careful. At least at McDonald's she's gone on record saying she's clean. Plus, there's a very good chance she's going to be young. Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young, and as stupid as me.

Silence

Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you're bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melodramatic soup opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.

Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet. The heaven where silence is reward enough.