the rain came early this morning. i should have stayed up and awake, alive and half in the bag. but laziness and heat overcame my determination and off i went in the lovely boat called sleep. sailing... to where i feel more comfortable, among the bizarre, the unique, the weird even.

i can't conform. never could. there's nothing wrong with hiding underneath the dining room table to avoid conversation. that plastic chit-chat about YOU YOU YOU... wears me down. and how many? how many are out there protesting the fucken holiday cool-whip moments? i protest with my toilet brush, on my knees scrubbing the germs away...

you? you just stick a poor cow rib inside your mouth and savor the bbq sauce.