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By Misti Date: 2005 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.02.23.29.7161]] |
| I'm having a party tonight inside my head. The guests include Janice Dickinson, Danny Bonaduce, Chris Knight, Howard Stern, Tom Robbins, Tommy Lee, Gene Simmons and Courtney Love. We are a lively bunch. I am poor. All I can provide are the candles and the soundtrack. Janice brings expensive champagne, the kind you won't find at Wal-Mart. Bonaduce brings vodka and orange juice. Knight brings Caesar salad with plenty of croutons. Stern brings quality cigars and a video camera. We love to perform for a dismayed sane audience, my friends and I. Lee brings a drum kit. My husband the drummer shows up. Now I have someone to kiss and screw. Simmons brings the paints and canvases and comic books. Robbins brings Amanda, the best woman ever written. Love brings herself. We think we are fascinating geniuses. We think the world waits with baited breath for our next utterance. We are all basically full of shit. We are full of ourselves. We give too much away. Too much information. People hold their ears. We are fools. But we are never bored. Politeness can only take you so far. Politically correct banter will take you nowhere and soon. I am living as loud as allowed at the poverty level. My friends applaud me. Most of them have been through it themselves. We've been to the crossroads, same as Dylan. Dylan has more to show for his sale. What is left at the end of the night? A mess to clean up and a vacuum cleaner that is destined to explode. Thank you Jesus for Excedrin P.M. and the Dallas Cowboy comforter that covers my bed and for letting the Oakland Raiders kick Cowboy ass tonight. The other night I dreamed I was screaming,"Now Dasher and Dancer and Comet and Vixen!" while riding in Santa's sleigh with my mom and grandmother. We circled around a gigantic xmas tree. It felt so good to be flying with no jolly fat man or elves in sight. Tonight I want to dream about Halloween. I don't have the costume picked out but you know I have the candy. |