Angry?

Me?

Well, yes as a matter of fact, and I invite you to go through life with a face like mine and an unreliable six inch pecker and give me your results.

All you nice-looking freaks that subscribe to the philosophy that one generates one's reality by thinking are pathetically deluded.

You couldn't begin to imagine the things I have, and here I am after all, writing screeds to the abyss.

It's tomorrow now for over two hours. I've been perusing the JDate site after putting up a profile under the name Pontius. I'm a bit morbid and strangely romantic. I'm sad and horny, imagine the theme from the Godfather playing. I write down just what I'm thinking and after I submit my profile, I'm immediatly shown a number of women who are online. I send them a form message/flirt which is all that is allowed for the free membership. After about 10 minutes I rececive an email notiflying me that someone has responded, but when I try to check the message I'm taken to the purchase membership page. Shit! What if the message is just some welcome thing generated by the goddamned computer? 35 dollars just to say hello? Why is it that every encounter with a woman ends up costing money?

I went back into my profile and slipped in an email address in the "What is a perfect first date" category.

I stand in my kitchen quiet and very still
There's this old electic clock and it's little motor is
the only sound in the apartment
Time is being kept and

I notice it's tomorrow now
and today later

I'll go to see a therapist
I'll tell her about the failure

that is my life and of course
she will sympathize professionally


I'll pay the lowest rate allowed on the sliding scale
losers get a discount

later I'll be standing alone
again drunk in my kitchen
the little clock still making noise
my wallet thirty dollars lighter
the windows dark.