Dear Unk

[silent woman]

Dear Unk, I love you.

[stilltrucking]

I got every thing I need steve, I don't want for nothing. But thank you for your kind thoughts.
Well maybe not everything I need, one thing I do need is darkness. Sometimes I feel like I am a prisoner in the Ministry of Love.

I have not seen a starry night in years.

But this cheers me up

[stilltrucking]

The Myths of Bears

[silent woman]

Texas, do I really live here? Far out and groovy Texas. I don't need no Thorazine™, I don't need no M14,

Rick Perry I love you.
You are better than Firesign Theatre

[stilltrucking]

[still.trucking]

His last Vagina
His Last Duchess?
Oh, when I saw her standing there
at her sweet sixteen birthday party how could I forget that sweater she was wearing

a tight button-up red sweater with the bow at the neck
Sixty years later her daughter found me on Fakebook™
She still loves the man I was then.
The neurotic jerk who was unaware of what it was about that red sweater that grabbed my eyes.


All I could offer her now is friendship
Fade into you

[one of those jerks]

Don't tell me I am not a sick.

Sometimes I miss the feel of 18 wheels more than the feel of her vagina

[stilltrucking]

His last Vagina
His Last Duchess?
Oh, when I saw her standing there
at her sweet sixteen birthday party how could I forget that sweater she was wearing

a tight button-up red sweater with the bow at the neck
Sixty years later her daughter found me on Fakebook™
She still loves the man I was then.
The neurotic jerk who was unaware of what it was about that red sweater that grabbed my eyes.


All I could offer her now is friendship
Fade into you

[stilltrucking]

Modesty

, the story my grandmother told me about the Jewish woman who was trying to pin her skirt down as she was being dragged off by the Cossacks. When I mentioned the sweater she said I was making her nervous. After that, she made me nervous, what kind of friendship is there when you have to edit your thoughts before you can speak?
There was nothing to talk about except the way it was.

Left me with an empty feeling, I tried to fill it with compassion, told her I still loved her, but loved her as a friend, not as a other.

[stilltrucking]