Archive for the ‘Psychology’ Category

No Fancy Pants Required For A Spiritual Dancer

Friday, April 25th, 2008

Mr. Smooth said that cars run better when he's a passenger. I thought it was a smug thing to say but I have to admit it's true, at least when he rides with me. He's not the swivel-hipped rebel from some forgotten vignette now showing on YouTube— he's more like someone with ...

Swimming In The Content River

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

I've traveled so many miles to see you— the naked ones in my mind's eye. You're stars in my eyes. I may be a little slower now, but I still got good action in my hands, and feel honored to be in the company of such horny people. I see halos around you, ...

Have UFO, Will Travel

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

It's shockingly predictable who's gonna fuck up in life in general, and even more so if they're a celebrity. You see all the signs, and you think, yeah, it's just a matter of time. If they drink too much, that's definitely a clue. I think Freud was right about a lot of things. If ...

Horny Hayseeds

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

I just had to laugh at the crotch-rubbing farmboys. I knew they fucked cows. Not that I minded. Somebody's gotta do it, in their world-- they're pragmatists. Why should I care if they play it both ways? Sick motherfuckers. At least they have a sense of humor-- I'll give 'em that. I guess it's better than celibacy, ...

Tastefully Cool

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

I left my ideology at home when I saw the ads that said come up to Kool taste. I tried them, but I couldn't handle the overdose of menthol-- just another carcinogen, you know? But people didn't talk about that then-- it was a symptom of denial, I imagine. Some things just don't ...

No Guns, No Bombs

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

If you follow politics, no wonder you find the philosopher's lack of purpose unsatisfying. That might explain some of the fervent believers who want to hijack our aspirations. It always pays to shop around, I say, before you sell your soul to the likes of L. Ron Hubbard. Once bitten, twice shy, as ...

I’ll Be Sweet To The Worms

Friday, January 11th, 2008

I'm sure I'll be a tasty pudding to the worms in my grave, no formaldehyde in me. Natural all the way, baby, to the not-so-bitter-end. They'll probably get stoned on my liver and trip out on my brain when they share me with the germs. It'll be a party, for sure. That's the way ...