It's five in the morning, and I'm sitting here deleting post after meaningless post.
I'm sweating kind of a floppy, be boppy, peel your clothes off and throw them in the corner kind of sweat.
I don't want to be some kind of cosmic vegetable.
I don't want to be paralyzed with drool running down my chin.
I don't want to be a caricature of ...
I don't want to be a rock star, or a garbage collector, or a chicken sexer, or the man who came to dinner and never left, or the guy with a yellow ribbon stuck to the trunk of his american made car, or wear sensible shoes, or sing the blues, or delete another post, or grovel, or preen, or fall to my knees and testify, or row my boat ashore, or run spellcheck, or sleep till noon, or ...
Baby!!!
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