If you must know, then yes, I blame the world and everyone in it.
I blame the world, and I blame my parents. I don't think, and I speak
without irony, that my life is the result of my own choices either
principally or even significantly. I see geese narrowly missing
skeet practice, lions bringing down gazelles. I blame every mother
fucker with their brights and fogs on. But it's the world does it to
them. Ticking clocks, running out of time. Balls fall into cups over-
flow onto paper disintegrates releases arrow shoots an agent into
a system reacts spinning sending centrifugally innocents into
buildings or sand traps. Fuck them and fuck you. This is not my
problem. I didn't make it or start it or egg it on. No one is that
profound. So is it God I should blame, just in case there is one?
I'd say yes, add Him to the list, and half the politicians; add those
who were less deserving than I but gained more treasure and/ or
happiness; yes, less deserving: they deserved less. I deserved
more. Put them at the top of all the blame only because it might
just be more painful for them there. I, too, then, am to blame,
but only as blame can be shared with every other goddamn mol-
cule that's ever come into contact with sod, meaning soil, except
for the sodomites, because they alone have made right choices.
by Donna
"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh."
Our NYC Solstice (Limerick)
5 hours ago
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