A Monologue

I don’t like anyone to watch me when I eat and neither do I like to watch anyone else eat too. No, I think it’s a rather private affair that should be kept to one’s self much like going to the restroom. Yes, the intake and the output of food (energy) is an extremely personal matter that should be kept to one’s self. Why? Well, have you ever watched yourself eat? No. No one thinks to eat in front of a mirror on purpose. Or have you ever watched another person eat? No. No one eats alone and no one gives the time to properly watch their accompaniment eat because they themselves are too busy eating. So I beg you to stop yourself the next time you plan a meal and think to watch your eating habits or to perhaps properly watch another person eat their food, and watch carefully as a scientist in a laboratory. Consider this sociological research.
Or, perhaps, don’t listen to me. Really, I wouldn’t wish this sort of curse on any one else. It’s terrible, I promise you, to fear the sort of disgust and horror I feel when I see others eat. And this is why I do not eat in public or with any other person present anymore. I would not wish my own distasteful eating habits upon any one else. Have you seen me eat? No, you couldn’t possibly have seen me eat. (And believe me, you should be glad that you haven’t)! But I am sure that since you are not yet so convinced about this shameful conviction of mine that I may still delineate what brought me to such a conclusion. But I promise you that by the time you finish reading my conviction (or, perhaps even before you finish!) you will feel the same way.

therapy

You should never go to them
Let them come to you
Just like I do
Just like I do

(over and over and over and over...)

Kathy

Come on, Kathleen
Come get out of your mind with me
Get out of your clothes with me
Get out your skin with me
Oh come, Kathleen

chain'd

Darling, you should know
that you never really glow
after we make love together.

And never will I lie again,
you have me on this ball and chain
even as you smile from the nether.

deadlike

I would so hope that my funeral consists of more than just a few laughing faces, pissed off ex-lovers, loan sharks with greasy fingers, and someone to ask "Well, what was that all about?"

My Log has Something to Tell You

Food is interesting. For instance, why do we need to eat? Why are we never satisfied with just the right amount of food to maintain good health and proper energy? We always seem to want more and more. When eating too much, the proper balance is disturbed and ill health follows. Of course, eating too little food throws the balance off in the opposite direction and there is the ill health coming at us again.

In Furs

...Simultaneously she began to drape her magnificent fur-cloak coquettishly about her, so that the dark shining sable played beautifully around her bust and arms. "Well, how do you feel now, half broken on the wheel?"
Her piercing green eyes rested on me with a peculiar mocking satisfaction. Overcome by desire, I flung myself down before her, and threw my arms about her.