How can one transcend the self-- be fiercely skipping down the yellow brick road to Nirvanaville, avoiding blue monkeys of Pride, Wrath, and David Niven-- if I don't have a strong enough sense of self to get around to transcending?How the hell did you do that and can you give me lessons?
You don't hear of invertebrates shrugging this mortal coil and getting all glowy under trees! That may be because they don't talk, but never mind that! What we need is a spine! Moxy! Pizzaz! Something we, as a nation can truck with! Chocolate, and lots of it! A firm sense of morality, so we can poke it with sticks and laugh at it, like the fat kid on the playground, only actually deserving.
Hundreds of fat kids suffered for that metaphor. God bless you, children, God bless you.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Sisterly Love/Hate Continued
Why I will never, ever, ever be as smart, cool, clever as by beloved/cursed sister:
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