Saturday, May 27, 2006

Let it be known that I am an ass.  Or at least slightly bourgeois.

For the past six months, I have been promoted, listless and ungrateful.  I have devoted great sums of money towards the appearance of success, and have created conflict for the illusion of progress.  I do ninety-five sit-ups a night now.  I squeeze the miniscule amount of fat together, hoping that one day I will weigh nothing, I will be a mannequin in the window of Bloomingdale’s, observed and without potential.  I read book after book, attend every essential event, amuse anyone who will stand still long enough.  It is my own Dostoyevskian underground, populated with apathy, rage and embarrassment.  Perhaps I am a little godless, I do not know. 

I think I am just stirring from the capitalistic catnap, and realizing I have done so little of what I came here to do the only logical response is to sit alone in a room with a bottle of vodka listening to a Scott Joplin record until I can’t see, or hear, or both.

Ready…set…wallow!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s