When thoughts arise, as soon as you sense them heading on the
road of desire, bring them right back onto the road of reason.
Once they arise, notice them, once you notice them, you can change
them.The key is to put them to use where they will do the most good.
Vanilla is still a flavor. Savor it on the road of life.
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Pooh Faiku
Tiggerhood arisen
provokes derision of no
bigger than navel requires
The wonderful thing about tiggers
A tigger's a wonderful thing
Their tops are made of rubber
Their bottoms are made of spring
Tigger seems to be having a better time than Pooh here, who appears to be dreaming of condensed milk and thinking being stuck in a hole is not much different than being stuck in the hole.
Mamam you are fucking funny and you arer making me fucking laugh so hard.
Tinsel Tits-I was saying that all the way along my subway ride to work today-I fucking couldn't get it out of my mind because it really was poetic-Auden, Yeats, Wilde, Plathe....and MamaM.
And the Tigger and Pooh comment is great too-you funny gal.
But I digress.
Tonight, we have to go out to a "Holiday Celebration" with all the what I call fabulous yet horrible fags. I know these people and when I was young I desired their acceptance so much. And I did gain favor because of my schooling, but that wasn't enough, I had to get a body too, so I got that, and of course the sense of humor was always there.
When I was in my 20's we would go out, to ecstasy and be fabulous, but I only did that for about a year. I got sick of them and sick of X-the first 10 times were great, but that last 3-4 I would throw up-I believe it was my body giving me an outlet to not have to go out with those people anymore.
So now they are all married, don't do drugs anymmore are in our late 30's early 40's, have lots of money and homes and gulp, yes kids. One couple and I am not kidding have three kids under 5 and last Thursday had twins-they were using someone else's twat, natch.
So we do twice a year "gatherings" because that I all I can take-but I do like to do a little comparison to how I am doing-I am in the middle. There are some that are filthy rich-hedge fund fucks, VC folks, constant start up entrepreneurs, realtors, lawyers. Then there is the middle group: PR Executives, me (I don't count my husband's wealth in this-if I counted him we would be in the real rich but we don't really share our money much), consultants, IT something or anothers, docs, biotech KOL's, Scientist, Healthcare shit. And then there are the lower rung queens-Window Display Queen at Barneys, SAKS perfume expert, Personal Chef for Rich Suburban Bostonians, teachers, etc-interestingly enough the lower rungs are mostly still single and still going out a few nights a week to see what they are worth-is there a causation between the less succcessful and ability to get married?
Anywhoo it's tonight and there will be over 100 people there. Enclosed roofdesk, view of the harbor, multiple life music genres, DJ, Jazz, Some fucking Harp somehwere-natch, 5 star catering, drinks, etc. Then I will probably go out of a couple of drinky winkys. It is in the South End, the fag hood, where I used to live but never go anymore. I have become so Cambridge-you know?
tits.
LIMO ARRIVED, LEAVING NOW.
RUMOR HAS IT FAMOUS FAG ATTENDEES WILL BE VICKY KENNEDY AND EVAN WOLFMAN.
THERE WILL BE A GAGGLE OF QUEENS HANGING ALL OVER VICKY KENNEDY'S FAT ASS.
ALSO, SOME OF THE BIGGEST OBAMA FAG BUNDLERS WILL BE THERE...INTERESTING...THEY WERE SOME OF THE BIGGEST COKE FIENDS DURING THE WHITE PARTY IN MIAMI IN 1998.
I AM HOME AND ALL I THOUGHT OF WAS TINSEL TITS, THANK YOU MID AMERICAN RED STATE MAMAM.
YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION AND SOME ALINSKY SHIT.
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