Monologue 2

[stilltrucking]

Greta Garbo got nothing on me
I want to be left Alone
I do not wish my telephone to ring
I do not wish to wake up in the morning
and tell someone I love her
I am looking for a bar
where no one knows my name
I want the sweet anonmymity and solitude of the road
All I want is money
Lots of money
What the hell has love got to do with it anyway.
I have managed to wipe her face from my mind
She is a demon with a thousand faces
I love her
Every where I turn she haunts
Magazine covers
Television adds
Internet pop ups
I tell ya I don't need much stimulation
I do not want to live
I am only happy to be alive
This is not about you
This is not about life
This is not about death
This is about

[Arcadia]

this is a boutique:
a boutonniere?
a bouzouki?
a bovid?
a bow?
bowels maybe?

[stilltrucking]

bowels maybe?

it beats me sister
it is about five inches by three inches on my computer screen
I call them text boxes, I attempt to fill them with words, but as I go on typing the screen scrolls up wards and I can never blot out ever square inch of white with black type. There is no end to these things. They just go on forever. I wonder if I keep typing will I eventualy find some meaning here. I soppose it could be about bowels. Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself because I can not isolate myself from the world. There was a time when I go for days with out speaking a word. Days with out seeing anyone. I think there is a tradition in some societies where old people go off into the mountains and find a cave and become hermits. I am ready for it, but it must be bowels that I keep trying to feel like this shit means something. Dam it see. That was supposed to be the last line in the text box but it keeps dropping down. Yeah bowel is right, some ar anal retentive some are anal expulsive

Trying to think about what I want
A forty foot ketch or a sloop I could single hand. Sail out of Corpus Christi Harbor that is about it. One more thing, just a simple wish that could so easily be done I want every child to be fed, clothed educated and loved. I want every one to be happy

[firsty]

the doctor in the white suit
told me i had to go
all i wanted was a toot toot
all i wanted was a blow
the bank teller in the bow tie
told me i had to pay
all i wanted was to try
all i wanted was to fly
got a beat on another street
took the train in the rain
with a fox wearing socks
nipped a little bud
as we huddled in the mud
and when the thing broke down
we called the demons round
and we blasted
and we burned
everybody took a turn
from the doctor
to the thief
turned tomorrow into yesterday
and all our problems flew away
just like i said they would.

[stilltrucking]

to the thief
turned tomorrow into yesterday
and all our problems flew away
just like i said they would.

now ain't that a shame
but
ain't it the got damned truth
and me has met my enemy and he is me
so here I sit with my fingers dipped in shit
waiting for the hearse to go by.


good stuff firsty, I hate you.
no you no I dont mean that
takes a lot of nerve for me to even try to reply to your words
you rock my socks off

[firsty]

pogo makes a mockery
of real life evry day
why you wearin socks anyway

[MrGuilty]

I just started wearing them again. So nice to have a drawer full of clean socks. Man it was so weird for such a long time. I am so happy that ST has decided to be celibate now that it no longer matters. One sick puppy I share these words with.

You have my respect first.
You live your own life
That is the courage to be.