‘The moon is not only beautiful. It is so far away. The moon is not only ice cold. It is here to stay. When I lay me down, will you still be around? When they put me six feet underground, will the big, bad, beautiful you be around?’
Clearly there are now two America’s running parallel alongside each other in the space-time continuum. On the other one it’s ok to build mosques, eat eggs, and people read books. Kim Kardashian is just a stripper and Justin Bieber is a regular kid who likes to play catch.
And then in this reality they think it’s ok to remake Back To The Future, eggs kill you, nobody reads anything you can’t buy at the grocery store or airport and the entire Kardashian family makes more in a month than most cul-de-sacs make in a year because their slutty daughter boinked the less successful brother of a mid 90’s R&B footnote.
There needs to be a civil war against idiocracy. We’ve been too nice for too long.
January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn’t always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.
Monday’s obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can’t remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday’s temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn’t say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They’re in love. Friday’s always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again …