sirens, rotten lanyards and unbeeswaxed ears

From: Tantalus66@aol.com Add to Address Book
Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 17:39:54 EDT
Subject: sirens, rotten lanyards and unbeewaxed ears
To: kafkaandchips@yahoo.com


so. your concerns are noted, and i just shake my head and cluck. whiles like
a puffed and reckless libertine Jim the primrose path of dalliance treads. i
have also had to deal with a couple of teary eyed does after they had been up
to Dobski's. the day erased, the lesson done ready for the free flight into
the wordless and in come some of the victims of the road looking for Virgil.
i winced when i listened to the long litany of sad gropings and flaccid (some
turgid i hear) cooings. he must be a very lonely, unhappy man right now. is
it uxorial stress? his mom on and off of her death bed? i hope this hasn't
been going on for years. i wish i didn't get wind of it at all because it's
diminished the appeal of the meeting with the group. all i can do is listen
but keep my eyes on the road, and my hands on the wheel. unfortunately, that
course of action seems to have little effect because apparently if i don't go
to the party, the party comes to me. sad. i enjoyed teaching my class. loads
of dialectic going on. the last thing i wanted to do was drink and
commiserate, so i went for a long paddle. i was kissing the sublime until i
got back. amy was sleeping on the lawn with a blanket from my bed and donnell
was in the garage sifting through my books, and i guess Jim and others had
been by drinking half of my beers. where did it all go so wrong? i miss Chris.

ton,
tom