empty gesture

i got nothin against blurbs. if you like lies blurbs are good. politishuns are another kettle of wurms. but why not just open the fucking book. i tire of the myriad pinnacles of creative power. 

walking in the rain hugging the brick wall drawing the attention of an umbrellaed lady barney received the compliment with a soft sibilance of feeling, what a beautiful dog. and i said barney did you hear that, no he's deaf, but barney, i felt her words, you Are a beautiful dog.

everyone pooped. it was a hard day, but everyone pooped.