sept 2, 2003

The alarm had to pull Monk from his heavy sleep at six-fifty this morning. Stepping outside with Little Bear becomes a replay of yesterday, except that the grounds are appreciably wetter. Not long after returning inside does it resume raining, lightly but steadily, though not more than half an hour.. It's a notch cooler at 71dgF.. The day remains more heavily overcast throughout, but if it rained Monk didn't notice it, as the temperature tops out at 88.

More of Monk's undie briefs are stretched out, and he often has to reverse the sensual slide of these briefs down his pelvis. This tingle of sexual suggestiveness may be one reason why Monk keeps them on. The bigger reason is the wariness he feels about seeking new goods. The implicit deal for his peaceful support is that he is cheap, of course, and he tries to keep his needs as simple as possible.

Though, laziness may be a bigger factor. Monk also has been living with a growing rip in his bedspread. One is fairly sure that he has another one in his closet somewhere, but this would require a minor expedition (and possibly a HAZMAT team). The will and energy just isn't there to be immediately tapped.

Monk has been living on default ever since he withdrew from the world and all its superiority, a little over ten years ago now. One has a difficult time believing that it has gone on this long. He never expected to outlive his mother (but then she did cheat). Monk's strained conceit has been that something will simply happen on its own to take care of his life, whether death or salvation, death from within or salvation from without.

But life goes on. And Monk enjoys it. He cannot get enough of his books. In addition, with the miracle of having acquired a computer, Monk also regains some semblance of a social life through Blurty, relatively speaking. Little Bear continues to live at his side companionably and vitally.

Monk waits warily for the next shoe to drop, from somewhere. But he could go on like this forever.

Sept 3, 2003 Blonde Illusion

Britney Spears was on the interests list,
so blonde, so young, so fine!
But she gave an interview to CNN --
Such a terrible celebrity mistake!
That MTV kiss is to blame,
that long sensual lock of lips and mouth,
Britney and Madonna, blonde on blonde,
two sweet wet dreams lost in each other.
But bow-tied Tucker Carlson does the interview,
and he leads her down the treacherous road
of ideology and wars and political struggles.
Ah, poor fuckable Britney,
a stereotype all the way through,
struggling with nothing to say,
another dumb blonde, more tits than brains!
But, god, isn't that the full fantasy, too?