Organically Imagining
I”m sick but I”m on drugs so I”m happy..
Human Traffic
Wasn’t paying attention so I walked into traffic this morning. Wasn’t just me though. An old codger and two middle-aged women also walked onto the street.
A new car raced towards us, possibly sped up, then braked at the last moment. If it had been an old car or a hotrod, all roaring acceleration and squealing brakes, it might’ve been threatening. If he’d honked instead, it might’ve been. But it was all done so quietly, cheekily. I laughed myself out of his way. No riles today.
Perverse Intertextuality
A dream from What’s New Pussycat:
The dream is an unfortunate Entertainment Tonight Special: Who’s The Boss - Where Are They Now? Alyssa Millano is sitting on Tony Danza’s lap with her hands up his housekeeper’s apron, pashing him madly, while the horrified blonde mother and the dorky son are screaming, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT! HE’S YOUR FATHER! IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT IT WAS JUST ON TELEVISION!”