The elusive G-spot

Finally got g-mail!!! Thanx arya and co!!!! (wink-wink nod-nod).. Turns out the invitations were sent to my yahoo (smut) bulk account which I seldom check. My new address is: david.vonbehren@gmail.com

I've been ferrying furniture between houses all week which leaves me completely drained. I've also transitioned into a full fledged insomniac. I writhe and seethe and dip into dream vignettes, kick my way out to shore, leave the abode, stalk the streets, smoke cigarettes, ponder and ploy what direction the writing will take...wash up in my sheets of my bedroom hours later, make coffee, go to work, go down on Microsoft word for a few hours, recycle stale metaphores, bitch in my blog, tune my recital, read copious sports commentaries, be shamed by my boss, realize that he's not desperaging me as much as he just needs an outlet to plug his own frustration into and my earlobes come replete with an extension cords and digital sound.

I haven't shaved in five days. Unlike the avg. american male, instead of sprouting a healthy mop on the bottom of my chin when the blade on my razor declares dullness, my facial follicles form abandon minor league ballpark patches...tiny little vortexy nests spattered randomly across my countenance granting me the disheveled semblance of a middle-aged academic still cranking out his botched senior thesis on flannel and funnel-cakes.

Had a patron who was Al Gore's 2000 speech writer talk me up for an hour this morning about how she plans on overthrowing the republican party. She seemed really lonely and carping about politics brought a glean to her eye. Politics like religion fascinates me. Everytime I hear someone talk about their political/religious proclivity....the same thing always happens. I find out less and less about that person's particular notion of "God" or the "President" is and more and more about what that person values as an individual currently are. Happens almost everytime.......