Good Taste Can Only Go So Far
Good Taste Corporation and Gertel’s Bakery keep me awake. Grinding steel gates. Bright lights. Slip of a thing. Sleep on sweaty sheets. Remember the louts, the scoundrels? Open your arms. Tell me your beats. All sorts pass in front of the window. That makes it a good window. God only knows, Shirley. Spring is here. The magnolias and cherry blossoms are in bloom. The crocuses push through tough soil. Let's not mention irises. I find them ugly. You want me to take a picture of you as a beetle? Hunched over on all fours. What would a beetle do today?… Suppose it depends on what kind of beetle, how large, and in what climate exactly it's living. Oh beetley beetle, what will your day be like?