Sunday, November 8, 2009
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"When you’re a kid you can spend four hours or more concentrating on nothing but the fantasy you’re putting together. That never happens again in your life unless you’re a painter." Juan Iturria
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What is he thinking?
I really am a cool guy, affectionate and good looking but sad. Look at me. Rugged good looks. All American athletic build. Brush cut, chiselled jaw, angular features, well defined pecs and abs, but whoever created me has left something out. Where was there imagination? Did they think I would never want to consummate a relationship? My brain is bathed in testosterone. If it wasn’t I wouldn’t have these muscles and all these sexual thoughts and desires. But look what they did to me. They didn’t give me the right equipment! I might as well buy a wig and apply to be a nun cause they don’t have the right equipment to be a catholic priest. Ok well, I guess I could be a priest. What’s with Meow? What an insult! If all perception is projection, then maybe I’m gay! That would solve everything! But then again what a body, maybe if I just pump up those muscles and keep working out, it won’t be so noticeable.
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